Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Photo Blog Series 10


Love walks away
To become someone else’s
Solitude so grave
No hope, not even traces.

Love comes around
When life loses the game
Making the self bound
To jokes & miseries just the same.

Giving up on you, on hope
Love, don’t bind me to you
This fall seems tough to cope
A fatal abyss, survivors too few.

1 comment:

Balu said...

Never Jump and fall,
when you can slowly climb down.
That way you will be healthy enough to climb up, back.
Always find the stairs.