Love and pain,
Ever connected as...
Love's like oxygen
It does not have to be pure...
Beautiful are emotions
Emotions in which love is involved...
Love is beautiful imagination but ugly truth...
Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...
There is a desert between our lips
that cannot be satiated by all the mirages of...
If beauty doth honestly and truly be the sole...
Then truly my eyes belong only unto you...
The dark moves on a quiet night.
Every shadow holds a candle, bright...
I
remember when you...
Indeed bigger my belly is than your heart,
Neither it is said to fun, nor a pun for art...
I can draw a pretty picture
And some may call it art...
A tyre will sit on just air
As if there is nothing there...