'where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.'
uttered no words
leaves no stain
...
A spilt mind,
a boggling soul at night
it's not a tale of a lonely night,
it's a picture of the inner side of that
...
Oblivion
Evolved from a web,
Fall into a dewdrop.
When I hold it;
It got melt.
I roamed every covert
And returned to my web,
Silent and sobbed.