When I m Dead,
Your Tears May Flow,
But I Wont Know,
Cry For Me Now, Instead..

When I am Dead,
You Will Send Flowers,
But I Wont See,
Send them Now, Instead..

When I M Dead,
You Will Say Words Of Praise,
But I Wont Hear,
Praise Me Now, Instead..

When I am Dead,
You Will Forget My Faults,
But I Wont Know,
Forget them Now, INSTEAD…!

When I am Dead,
You Will Say I Was Great,
If You Tell it Now I Will Feel proud,
So Please Don't Wait, tell that Now, INSTEAD…!

When I am Dead,
You Will Come To My Grave And Whisper "I Loved You, Why You Left",
But I Will Not Be Able To Fill You In My Arms,
Don't Wait if You Have To Express, tell that Now, INSTEAD…!

Sweetheart I'm leaving
The waiting for the destiny thing!
No I'm not longer believing
So tired from being alone
Need someone here by my own
You know The earth stayed the same
While people changed
I have changed...
I no longer willing to be
a slave in love...
Funny the sound of the word love..
To relate it to me and you...
But never mind,
I'm leaving
Not because I have found a better one
But because I want to be me
I would like to be only me...

Grandmama holds grandpapa's hands tightly
They are weak, they are cold, they are wrinkly...
What an ugly sight to see....
Unbelievable...
All the years that passed
It seems like just yesterday
when ...
The same hands holds hers
and ties her hand with a knot..
on that blissful wedding day
when she wears her diamond wedding ring..
so proud ...so gay...
two hands hold each other
never will let go of one or the other...

The same hands that carries
commitment and duties..
the solid sweet years spent...
The hand that used to be so strong
is numb... is dumb...
paralyses with time...

Salty tears drop on grandpapa's pillow
the silent tears of one faithful grandmama...
as she whispers.. "I LOVE YOU"...
to her snoring husband...
who no longer feels but seeks her existence...

Till death do us part.....

~Sharina~

Let's be fair to love
Love doesn't come and go
Love is not day and night
Love is not a weather
That can be changed within a day
Love is not seasonal
that changes upon time
Love is in the deepest heart that stays
shall never move or sway
Be it winter or summer
Bet it autumn or fall
In all seasons love stays...
Be it Tsunami or earthquakes...
Be it monsoon season or droughts..
True love stays
True Lovers don't stray...

Lost is her love
Where did it go?
Has she looked
within herself?
Try to look inside you
To find the love you claimed
You have lost...
Perhaps you have only misplaced it...
Where is the love?
Care to search
Keep looking.....

She thought she has understood it clear
That love is only a game to play
When she feels bored and out of place
Someone is there,  a game to share with

She understood it so very clearly
A game of heart, so let's play it fair
To Win some, To lose some
A love game between two players
The game of hearts,
Attracting, flattering, sweet talking, seducing...
losing or winning
doesn't really matter...
the pleasure is the game...

Just a fling of romance,
In the name of a game
Steal each others heart...
and be safe and sound
a risky game...
to love for
to die for
and  to leave free upon a game over
no strings attached....understood it clear
after all.... its only a game of love

She thought the game is in the grip of her hands
understood the game so clear
Played with the rules of the game...
A game is nothing but a game...
Too egoistic to admit...
That emotions and feelings cannot be bought
can never be part of a game...
To these.....
She Lost herself in her own game
Unplanned, Unprepared, Unprofessional...
Both players were

A dangerous game... love is...
What she thought as a play of love
Is a strong flame indeed, hard to put out..
hard to cool off...
what a dangerous game of  heart
to play fire with fire
a fire of real desire...
it burns the skin so deep....

The players are hooked in the end..
lost their navigation....in the game they thought
They have understood...
What they thought a GOODBYE
after They grabbed some tokens
as the exchange of love..
is an unexpected FOREVER stays...
In this game of the hearts
Success or defeats...
unskillful Players become lovers...
attached... inseparable...
even when the game is OVER!

When she falls, she falls hard...
play not with the game of heart...

She denies every heartbeats
Bury the love but revisit the tombs..
Love can be killed...
But feelings...
can't be buried deep
The scars of love is fresh
the wound breathes.. and alive..
Stubborn heart...
reluctant to leave Camelia's soul...
Tormenting her heart, body and soul..
A lifetime longing...
For her lost love...
the deepest grief only she understands...
Camelia's love ...
sad and painful ...