The phone kept on ringing blinking my caller id
messages of love and pity were read and deleted perhaps
I kept on waiting but you kept on ignoring me
She says that sometimes its good not to hold them
but how to hold my heart, that never stops thinking about you.

My tears went unnoticed, my intentions were not cared
My bleeding of blood went colorless, my dreams were slaughtered
The coffee went on getting colder, my thoughts went numb, my friend mocked on me
But my love was no more love, it had turned into the smoke of your Marlboro.
and she says I can't love you as I can't love anyone
but I can love,I want to love you and want to be loved all over again.

Wonder why people say that the bond of love grows when you are far
but love no more travels distance these days
Love blooms with you being in her eyes
Love grows when you make those small wishes come true
Love flows when you flow with them as a lost sailor in the mid ocean
but I am sailor in a far far land, trying to bond forgetting the boundaries
but My Love, Love will question you , when I would be no more.


PN's Scoop: That was a quick one and i know its not that good but was in a mood to do so. Too much of love soaked but some love bleed too. So before your Love questions you tie them and don't let it go. Loving someone and being loved by someone is priceless so don't look for its value. Next time there would be more meat in it.
Till then keep reading and keep rocking.