How can I cut my pain
To shape a new heart
How can I write different
With same characters, with same plot
I can just substitute words
But not to full scene
I’m popular to write
Vulgar and mean, vulgar and mean
They think, you believe
I’ll do new time to time
Perhaps they think positive
But I don’t, I don’t, I don’t think so
How can I forget
How much she loved me
She expressed by her own
When we’re in a cafeteria for tea
No need to disguise
Leave all past aside, all aside
But not every time
I love her a lot, I love her a lot
I always refute her love
And live with loneliness, this solitude
That factorizes my soul
Now I’m in state of kef*
Rethink I’m hideous
And bide in your dreams
Yet my words are not superlative
But I’ll never come to naught
[Kef: a state of dreamy tranquility]
Words by: Vinay Prajapati
Penned: 2006
