Drip drop tear.
The darkness nears.
Your demons are here.
Drip drop tear.

Drip drop tear.
The shadow leers.
Your pain is your peer.
Drip drop tear.

Drip drop tear.
The heart no longer bears.
Death smells of fear.
Drip drop tear.


©Aastha

The easiest way to the heart of a woman
is tea-sing her.

Make her a tea
Sing her a song
And yours she would be
For lifelong!

If you think I fable

See me making that
At the tea table.

One of these days,
like the dewdrop on a sunny day,
like the shimmer in the moonlight ray,
like our love that has been fading away,
I'll be gone,
*forever.

This mad kind of love will be our end, but even death's arms seem welcoming with you by my side.