He swore he would love me till the end,

And I guess I fell for those words I only heard in dreams,

They say love was red and we were painted red,

Everyone saw it coming but none expected a change.

Who would have thought if love could be,

Anything but a misunderstanding in his heart,

A compensation maybe for all the years waited,

A few days of words I hoped to get fulfilled in a lifetime.

My life is full of temporary happiness and permanent sorrow.

Chaahat.