No more pain,
 No more Hurt,
 No more of agony,
 no more of sufferings.

  I find muself,
 Unable to bear,
 The constant onslaught,
 Of those accusing eyes.

  The pain is real,
 The love surreal,
 The feeling overbearing,
 the emotions expressive.

  The world laughs,
 At the illfortunes,
 That I have  to confront,
 From dawn till dusk.

  then I feel like,
 I should go to sleep,
 Never ever to wake up,
 Nestled in the lap of death.
 
 And this is my request,
 to you to let me sleep,
 Not to call in that yearning voice,
 Which beckons me to cry.

  For the heart that craddled,
 My undying love for you!
 Has been broken since long,
 and is lost somewhere.

  The vow I have taken,
 Is not to take your name,
 Never to desire your presence,
 never to see your face.

  Let my memory be a bad dream,
 Leave me to nurse my hurting wounds,
 Let the spring call for our meetings,
 Let the winters brood for seperation.

  The destiny wanted me to suffer,
 The fate desired me to cry,
 The visions of a tragic love,
 Are all that I will have.

~Shashwat~