Liar

Big buildings and low sky,
Under which, tonight I cry.
I close the album,
And think if you again,
Caressing the shrivelled rose,
That I still keep close.

The broken poetry,
Which I bled last night,
Still has your vapour,
As it lay unburnt in the fire.
“I have moved on.” I finally said.
And all my broken dreams called me a “liar”.

©namitaajayan