that morning coffee
on the balcony
tastes so much better
when you sit next to me

that afternoon tea
in the living room
taste so much sweeter
when I'm in your arms

that evening cocktail
in the kitchen
tastes so much stronger
when it's followed by your kisses

Love didn't end wars
It started them

there is a boy
sitting solitary
under a tree

in bright sunshine
his vision is haze ,
he kept himself in masquerade ,
for long

now the cost he is paying
hiding from the world
that  was his game ,

want to leave behind
the mess he made ,
looking within the past for his gaffe .

cause he was pretender
wanted to hide in shell .

he had made a game
which is now labyrinth
killing his all instinct

he got to run from it
to save his conscience

cause he was pretender
that made his life a void

he got to run from it,
to save his conscience .