scent of death

There is nothing as seductive as the scent of death, for, the moment you smell it you are addicted to it. There is no coming back!

love

Today let me speak of love

The bliss of love

The blessing called love

Of the captivated mind

Of pampered hearts and

What makes us understand its existence.

It all started on a fine day

When I opened my eyes

I saw strange faces

But each one talking to me

Each one looking at me

Each caring me

Smiling at me and trying to please me

Each had but one thing in common

Later in life I learned it was love

But it was strange, It followed me every where.