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

What makes you different from others?

What makes you different from others?
Why are you beautiful from the rest?


Tell me when you are old,
Tell me when you feel cold,
When everyone leaves your way,
A shoulder is there to hold.

Watching you many times in dreams,
my eyes and my lashes are tired.
Prayers on lips in a useless hope
Looking for  life which I aspired.

Even if I watch you million times,
the spectacle of you is never enough.
Even if I think about you all times,
forgetting the visage is quite tough

If this is a dream, why my eyes are open?
If this a thought, why I feel your presence?
If you are a painting, why there is demeanor?
If you are fairy, then why there is silence?