The Day she got married, she got a new name and a new dress
A new life, a new place to live and someone one new to love
But a mirror reflection of her, was still the same
The photographic memory which was never developed,
Deep within her remained, the same
No one could see the images in her mind, of her past
She was telling the stories, some were true and rest were all lies,
The truth was in the dark and future was so bright
A newly wed lady, once she was my life
After a time she started to forgetting, the date’s of calendar
Now there is nothing so called as reminder
The smile on her face so unreal and pretty strange
Once my closest now she now in a way taking revenge,
She doesn’t show to him that she been through it all before too
Makes him feel like I am all yours
But the truth was in the dark and undefined
No one was there to search for it nor to recall or rewind
Every touch was long lost from
The Photographic memory which never developed
Every single move was saying this is not the first time.
Yes is it true love last forever, they say !
Doesn’t make a difference making love with a husband now
Or before sleeping in the arms of lover
Touch which she felt was not first the time
The hunger of it, he was blind to see the truth behind.
What is the difference in love, when love is not a crime?
Now she makes love with her husband, about past she doesn’t even remember the time.
By Faree Imaan