The wait was over,as the rain.
I saw her cross,but with a pain.
Never would have imagined her,
with any other man,
but the tears mixed with raindrops,
said that I can.
Leaving the world aside,
she delved into his eyes,
she looked like an angel,
but that was no surprise.
My heart screamed her name out,
and felt like killing him,
but didn't know that my love ,
would be one fancied whim.
I had lied on his face,
when he asked me what I felt,
but little did he know,
the truth would make his heart melt.
Was it ever my fault,
that I had to listen to what he'd said.
all promises broke into pieces,
with a single nod of her head.
I'll still stand at Tandoor Park,
waiting for her to come,
looking at how far she can go,
till my nerves are truly numb.
She still lies in my name,
is what she tells me everyday,
I ask her why,when she starts to cry,
is all one gets to say.
But there will come a time,
when I'll be second fiddle no more.
I'll make him cry,and I'll make him plead,
till his eyes have become sore.
I won't touch him,
as that's not my style,
but hit him in a place where it hurts the most,
and doesn't really heal in a while.
When the time arrives,
he'll be the first to know,
God forbid the man survives,
there's a worse pain to follow.
Till then my friend,
there's no grudge,and no hard feeling,
I'll be quiet, and wait in silence,
if you didn't already get the meaning.
