Monday, 14 January, 2013

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!

Thursday, 10 January, 2013

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.