It hurts...

It hurts when a dream breaks, 

It hurts when the trust shakes,

And all you can do is accept it,

But it hurts when silent agony within bakes.

'Let go' you tell yourself,

But the kalopsia-like yore boomerangs.

Amid the heating fray of acceptance and depreciation,

An indulgent self there hangs.

Bedecking this sciamachy then,

Even the thundering clouds rain.

A drop on cheek then shrivels with grief,

When drop on land resonates the pain.

Your ardent love fogs your senses,

Even if dark you return back to old lanes.

You reseal the blemish and live in paracosm,

Reviving the apnoeic relations, forgetting disdain.

You break, you reseal and nothing really changes

In matter of hours the entire cycle weaves,

But the tormented soul never recovers the smirch

Because it really hurts when  true love leaves...

||Sshree||