Love never dies a natural death.
Replenishing the heart and soul for awhile,
Catching on to every moment to reconcile.
When veils of deceit get woven with threads of treachery and the art of dubiousness.
Sometimes in love the majestic aura conceals a mercurial mind .
Love is a subtle killer,an unstable mate ,
Heartbroken; yet doesn't care for it's fate.

A fine thread of art and manipulation interwines to create a baneful masterpiece.
Death ; alone now a soulmate searching for the love filled heart .
Parallel they move;  both love and death,
Up for the finale they both stand ,
Beyond the horizon they expand to explore the pain as best as they can .

Love and death is the destination that all shall share ,
Onwards journey into an infinite slumber, as much as one may care.
Love awaits it's ultimate fate,
Unshaken and not mistaken the vicious cycle moves,
the angles now unerringly fit into the grooves.

Finally death is an invitation to return home.
Alas ! Its is so terrible to love something that death can touch , a futile love angle with nothing much !

@Mrunalini Nimbalkar