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Tuesday, December 11, 2012


It kills me to say but;
you are not the one I knew,
unlike my wishes;
I’ve seen a stranger in you.

You may not agree but;
in all the ways its true,
if you don’t believe me;
ask people, they’ll tell the same too.

I remember how you came into my life;
like a wonderful pleasant surprise,
I thought you are all I want;
this is how I made my world on fleeting lies.

How can I be a fool like this?
it is hard to believe you ain’t same,
I trusted you in thousand ways;
and you played it like a game.

Time passed by and I saw the real you;
you still don’t regret being wrong,
it bothers me every day;
so I gotta write you a sad song.

I am here with broken expectations;
hurt like a victim of fools’ paradise,
I bet I’ll be happy as I was;
and for you it will be a surprise.

~Shreya ♥
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  1. Expectations are the cause of unhappiness, Shreya:)

  2. Shreya,

    Read 5 pending posts. Photograph of shoe laces was so eye catching. One should advise only when asked for. Your poems are really superb. Hope these are fiction as these seem to come from heart.

    Take care

    1. Thanks :) Glad you liked my photography and poems.Yes, it is fiction. :)


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