mayabini

Blood,thick crimson blood
perhaps the remnant of
a catasthrope or a silent death
lay strewn on the blank canvas
canvas it was of someone's life
Fragrance of the roses
lure of the vales
everything seemed to have lost
the zest and the enthu' to entice
Who Died?
no one knows..but perhaps one
...one whoselove was true
a madness derived from the blue moon.
Why did she left him?
Why did she killed him?
...Hope deserted him like his beloved
...fickle things,these whole lot
..fickle things,these matters of the heart
Sibling of nostalgia and remembrances
--they leave you only in tears.
A world you should make
O' Good Lord
where purity and love
are dearer than rubies and golds.
Surely make her remember
of the promises made and broken,
of lives lived and unlived,
of being loved and unloved.
How do i know all these?
b'coz that was my blood
-blood of my wounded heart
crying in pain
crying in vain
reminding you O'dear
--of what could've been
if only your answer was a YES!