Saturday, September 11, 2010

ABOUT LOVE

fragrance of  flowers 
and its colours all seems to
be an absolute bogus
after i saw you...

except you 
everybody and everything
all changed into
a great illusion.

unusually 
i am laughing while
my parents scolding me..
they concluded me as mad..

power of love
scattered me into drizzles..
but i failed to wet you,
that's my idioticness...

no pain is simultaneous
to the pain, which is
the make of love failure...

being in love is one state..
whereas failure in it as an another state..

the person who
escapes from the suicide state,
sure they will be in a rigid state forever..


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