It's not about the shame,
neither about the blame...

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
I behold mine and behold...

Everyone's wish if were to be granted,
would be,death be no more...

My love is lightning,
when i strike,i warn not...

Long time ago when i knew you not,
life for me was much austere...

Through my eyes...
I saw you...

If I say she is sacred
that's blasphemy...

If I write a poem on this our love
every word I'll color with love...

In another world
I'll be your cheval glass...

I paint a picture
of a perfect world...

You say I live in a third world,
then how comes you haven't migrated...

The same mistake done,
not once,twice but over and over again...