Free Bewafa Shayari Examples

You said forever like it was a small word, Something easy, something you had heard. I held it like a glass, both hands, all night, You dropped it on the way to someone else's light.

The promise was made on a rooftop in June, Under a cheap sky and a borrowed moon. By September the sky was still there, Only the promise had gone somewhere.

You swore on your mother, your god, your name, And broke all three without a hint of shame. I do not know what you swear on now, But I hope it is nothing that trusted you, somehow.

I still have the screenshot of you saying always, It sits in my gallery, gathering the days. I do not open it, I do not delete, It just sits there, proof of your defeat.

Every vow you made was a cheque you knew would bounce, And I kept cashing them, ounce by ounce. The bank is empty now, the account is closed, And you are out there, writing more, I suppose.

You promised to call when you reached, You reached, and someone else was breached. I waited by the phone like a fool by a door, That was the last time I waited anymore.

The ring was fake, the tears were real, One of us was in it for the feel, The other for the show, the likes, the crowd, Guess which one of us is still allowed To look in the mirror without turning away.

You wrote our future on a napkin at the dhaba, Two kids, one dog, a house near your dada. The napkin is in my drawer, folded and torn, The future went to whoever came after the storm.

I found out from a friend of a friend, Not from you, never from you, till the end. You gave the truth to everyone but me, The one person who had earned it, you see.

The same hands that wiped my tears last May Were holding someone else by the end of the day. I do not hate the hands, they were only doing What the heart behind them was pursuing.

You told her the same lines you told me, I know because she showed me, and we drank tea. Two women, one script, one man who thought He was clever, until he got caught.

I trusted your late nights, your dead phone, your work, Every excuse I swallowed without a smirk. Now I know the office was a name, And the overtime was someone else's flame.

Betrayal does not arrive with a knife, It comes with a smile and calls itself life. It sits at your table, eats your bread, And leaves with everything you never said.

You did not cheat on me, you cheated on us, On the plans, the chai, the shared bus. I can rebuild me, I have done it before, But the us you broke will not walk through a door.

I still sleep on my side of the bed, Old habits die slower than what you said. The other side is cold, and clean, and mine, And honestly, it is starting to feel fine.

Your loyalty was a rumour that I believed, Your love was a receipt for what you received. I paid in years, in trust, in sleep, You gave me a lesson, and the lesson was cheap.

I do not blame her, she was told a story, The same one I heard, same words, same glory. We were both readers of one liar's book, She just got a later chapter, that is all it took.

He told you I was crazy, I know, He said the same about the one before, so When he says it about you someday, Remember the crazy one warned you, okay.

You met her at the wedding where I held your hand, You smiled at both of us, played the band. I wonder now what she saw in your eyes, The same thing I did, I guess, just better lies.

She was not the villain, she was the next, The new name at the top of your texts. I hope she reads this someday and knows: He does not change, he just changes who he chose.

Two of us bought the same lie at the same price, One of us found out, and told the other, nice and precise. He lost both in one evening's fall, And we found each other, which was worth it all.

I saw her picture, she looks kind, The kind of kind that you leave behind. I wanted to hate her, I really did, Instead I sent her a message: run, kid.

You cannot un-break a plate, only glue it and see Every crack, every line, every used-to-be. That is what you did to trust, And now I eat off it, because I must.

I check the locks twice now, the doors, the chat, Not because of the next one, because of that. You did not just leave a wound that stings, You changed how I look at everything.

Now when someone says they will call at nine, I nod, and I do not wait, and I am fine. You taught me that, you know, in your way, How to expect nothing, every day.

It is not the lie, it is the ease with which it came, Like breathing, like saying your own name. How many times did you do it before, And how many times would you have done it more.

I gave you the password to my quiet, The part of me that does not riot. You used it to let yourself out, And left the door open, that is what I cry about.

Trust is a bridge built one plank at a time, Burned in one night without any crime. No police, no report, no case, Just a river between us, and your face.

I still believe in love, do not get me wrong, I just no longer believe in the part Where words are enough to prove a heart, That verse got cut from the song.

You left, and for a month I could not stand, Then I got up, made chai with one hand, And realised the kitchen was still mine, And so was the morning, and I was fine.

Thank you for leaving before the wedding, Before the loans, before the bedding. You did me a favour you never meant, Now the door is mine, and so is the rent.

I do not wish you pain, I wish you a mirror, One that makes the picture clearer. You will see what you did and who you are, And I will be somewhere, healed, and far.

I unfollowed, unfriended, unblocked, and then Realised I did not need to do any of them. You had already left my head that week, And my heart followed, without a squeak.

Some people are lessons dressed like lovers, They come in soft and leave with the covers. I learned mine well, I passed the test, Now I sleep alone, and I sleep best.

Your name used to make my hands shake, Now it is just a name, like a word, like a lake. Something that is there, that I pass on my way, And I do not stop, and I do not stay.

Bewafa, thank you for the empty chair, I put a plant on it, it is doing well there. It grows toward the window, toward the sun, Something you never taught me, and I have begun.

Wafa ki umeed thi jisse, wahi bewafa nikla, Jise apna kaha tha, wahi paraya nikla. Ab kisi se koi shikayat nahi, Bas apni hi pasand pe hairaan hoon abhi.

Tune waade kiye the sitaron ke, Aur chhod diya andheron mein. Koi baat nahi, andhera bhi apna ho gaya, Tera jaana hi mera sawera ho gaya.

Tum badal gaye, ye ilzaam nahi, Tum kabhi the hi nahi, ye ab pata chala. Jo dikha wo bas ek kirdaar tha, Aur main aakhri seen tak taali bajata raha.

Bewafai ka gham nahi, apni wafa ka afsos hai, Jo pyaar tumpe lutaya, wo aaj bhi hosh mein hai. Kaash thoda apne liye bhi bacha leta, Toh aaj khud ko itna khaali na paata.

Uski nazar mein main ek option tha, Meri nazar mein wo puri duniya thi. Farq bas itna tha dono mein, Usne list banayi thi, maine dua ki thi.

Dhokha unhone diya jo dil ke sabse kareeb the, Ghair toh kabhi itne nazdeek hi nahi the. Ab kareeb aane walon se darr lagta hai, Door rehne wale hi apne lagte hain.

Tera jaana ek sabak tha, sabak yaad hai, Ab kisi ke waade pe nahi, apne kaam pe aitbaar hai. Tu khush rahe, ye dua bhi kar leta hoon, Bas tujhe wapas na dekhun, itna kar leta hoon.