~The poet writes,
   The warrior fights,
   The boy thrives,
   But the lover dies.....

I spend these sleepless nights,
To love or be loved.
Am I to try?
But I did try
I failed...

I gave it my all,
But destiny seems to make me fall...
Not for love,
But reasons I yet not know.

I felt her warmth,
I saw her sleep,
I shouldered her to weep,
But how did malice creep?

Was she real or a dream?
Did she love me or..
Did it something else mean?
Did she love me for what I am,
Or did she never understand?

The poet, the warrior, the boy or the lover,
Which one did she know?
Did she miss all the others?
So much blinded by the snow....

Did she cheat?
Did she never desire to meet...?

Did she take me so seriously?
Did her heart not tell her what I meant.
Or what I wrote,
Was too hard to erode..

Why did she not care for me?
As if I was some stranger to be..

Why did they all turn their backs on me?
The mother, the sister and she...
Was I not loyal enough?
To be believed.

For her, I brought my loved ones pain,
At the end, I stand with no gain.

The lover,
Too gullible,
Too easily fooled...

I say no today,
No to them,
No to the world...

I embrace the isolation,
I give in to the pain,
Only for you, I gain,
Again and again...

To err is human, to forgive is divine,
Pain and chaos shall always be mine..
For the world is twisted,
Yet our destinies intertwine...

~The poet writes,
   The warrior fights,
   The boy thrives,
   But the lover dies.....