The love as it is!

He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
- Oscar Wilde

The stone I loved!

Dimmed my vision with last glimpse of yours,
And a world I lost,
I was no longer my own..
And the soul offered its last prayers,
Someone marched on..
Crushing the flowers I gathered..

One can not wait for the statues to speak..

Depth was such, that love was the life,
And you were the altar I prayed,
demeaning was your silence
Heart of stone could never hear.
Demanding was the call of love...

Blinds are very often deaf..

Could you ever cry tears,
With those stone eyes,
Will you heart ever beat,
on the rhythm of love,
Was your divinity a gift of mine,
Which was gone with my faith..

Trust is a word of harem..

Lover Lover Lover!

Oh night, dont just slip away
Oh moon, dont stop shining,
This is the night of lovers,
Let their dreams swell up with sweetness..

Oh night you are pregnant with memories,
Of our first meeting,
These stars too remind only,
Of our beautiful love affair..

Why should we fear the unknown,
Why shouldn't we forget,our worries of present
When we are inseperable..
In the moments we are far..