I like to write poems
and she asked Why?
Darling!
Writing gives me wings
and I love to fly...

The Fall is upon us
My Dear!
It's when the birds leave
for their new home...
So you may flee
as well
and I will watch you leaving
happily
like a stubborn tree.

Should we give people
a second chance?
She asked,
It depends
"Whether we want to be stung
out of the same hole - twice" - I replied

Never confuse
Love with Lust...
The latter subsides
after a while
like a froth
but love my dear
remains
all in one piece
even when
It reaches
to a point
where every molecule
starts breaking apart...

When the chips are down
No one would bet on you
- but yourself

No matter
how well
we confine
our hearts
in a fortress,
surround it
with formidable walls,
and have no remorse
- The Love will breach all
like a Trojan Horse...

Dedicate
your success
to the haters
as
they always stoop so low
so you may rise up