This is my take on love,it came to me about two years ago,then it was just a phrase,i came up with the poem later on.:)I hope आप like it,please Review it.Critisism is welcome-but no Flames pls.thanks bye!


Love Is A Tortured Soul

प्यार is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets लॉस्ट quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
प्यार is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for आप to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, या so it thinks.
It’s always being teased द्वारा the light.
From within itself and outside, it doesn’t know what to believe.
It is tortured, such a horrid soul.
The light comes, it was so bright at first, too bright for the counterpart to handle-they broke.
There were other lights yes ,but they just glow, and were faintly shown.
The cold wind away blown them away.
This poor दिल cried and sighted it wasn’t her fault, though she couldn’t understand why.
प्यार is a tortured soul.
It hasn’t bleed yet, it won’t get to that point.
Just emotional, unseen damage-straight from the heart.
Finally, some say and she was happy, if only for awhile.
Then the tortured soul saw the light.
There was nothing special about it, except it stayed ,that was special, that is special.
The दिल is a joyful soul, no longer tortured.
It has found a home, सुरक्षित and warm. It will never cry alone again.
प्यार is a tortured soul with a unique घर in the end.