Perhaps she was right,
She always was and so is now
I was born on that cursed night
With a cursed heart and a cursed mind
It wasn’t so true before
Or maybe it was me who didn’t notice
Day by day here my silence reigns
And I start underatanding life has much more curses to say..
It was all right or so I imagined
I was blessed to be born out here
But it was hard to know I was wrong
And she was right
Everything is pure and blessed
Except me- A dark spot in the white..
The drapes of white forever in life
Is what I get of loving someone- just once
Not a smile, not a bubble of joy
Everything plain and plain just white
Perhaps a bit color wouldn’t have hurt
But no! I am cursed!
It has to hurt
No wonder love stranded me so deep
Alone.. alone.. alone..
I have all life to cherish
With curses and endless tears to weep..
There must have been my fault somewhere
For why would i be cursed just like that?
I ask her again and again
But only answer is silence…
One more curse to my agonized pain..
I watch the blessed ones pass by
Cursing me? Or perhaps my broken life..
I am incapable of love perhaps
Always alone.. alone.. alone..
Being nobody’s lover nor anybody’s wife.
Where can I free my curse?
I want to know really bad
But who has the answer to my question?
Well nobody.. and this truth has me all hopeless and mad…
I shan’t want to die -loveless
For i know i can love as well
But who’d give a cursed one that love?
It’s again with an answer no one can tell….