What is Love ?

Love is mystery, dark and deep.
It can give nothing good to keep.
Only some scars an plenty of weep
and a reason for an everlasting sleep.

It can wake you in the middle of night
to long you for that beautiful sight.
Helpless you will be alone to fight
to find out that there is no respite.

It can make yours a dreary life
to hurt as if you are cut by knife.
It will be a charming musical fife
along with an unending painful strife.

@loner

Sacrifice Flower

Sacrifice Flower



The crumpled flower lives to breathe.
A forsaken with a wish to wreathe,
and with all the will to bequeath.

The garden is no where to seen
and on sight is the temple of queen.
Limping as it drags towards the unseen.

The route was always wended
and the prayers has never been ended.
It was always difficult not to be faded.

It reaches the altar of deathly divinity
and is lost admiring the profound beauty.
At last it lay burnt making all hopes empty.