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My first song

Hello boys and girls...
This is Raghu....
Engaging in my first song...
On the basis of painful love...
This song is dedicated  to each and every single boy...
Who were dragged into the vast ocean called love...
By a powerful wave called girl...

It started on a dark rainy day...
Like a pearl out of the sea...
Like a lightning hitting the ground...
Like a moon walking on earth...
She appeared in front of me and said...
HONEY I LOVE YOU...

Later...
     Do you know, what is love ?
Don't you know, what is pain ?
Do you have , any gain ?
Then why the hell did you cheat me again ???

You were the one,
Who followed my life,
And swallowed my soul,
And hollowed my heart...

Do you really have an heart ?
If so, why has it become soo hard ?
Love is a cage...
I didn't even wanna get engaged..
Until , your voice, arrested my heart..
You made me sweat, and fed me well...
So I never ever wanna come out...
But you set me free, I bent to knee...
You never ever listened to me...


When I was, on a cliff...
It was up to you to , save my life...
I had a hope , that you would come to save my shrinking soul...
I waited and waited and waited for you...
But you never ever came back..


Hope you know,Who I am....
Though you hate me, I love you...
I could see, a lonely world...
Filled fully of your face..
Where I could, talk to you...
Without any fear in face...
The world would be,
Yours and mine....
We could rule the world...
We could feel the love...
For ever we could be together....

You said that I am a playful boy,
So I tried to play a lot with you.
You said that I am a lovely boy,
So I tried to show my love to you.
You said that I am a innocent boy,
But I never understood what I means.
You said that let us finish it off,
And now I understood, what it means...


But still I never understood
How could you tell its just a dream ?
When we never slept to dream...
How could you throw me out ?
When I couldn't even come out...
How could you digest it ?
When I couldn't even swallow it...
How could you laugh on seeing me ?
When I couldn't even smile on seeing you...
This would continue for ever...
But I stop it over here...
Cause I don't wanna make you fear...
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