Death Of Love

Death Of Love 
Somewhere between sanityAnd the deep lunacy of love,
I see the blurred image of a life,
Perfect as the autumn sky.
Every moment like the song of a skylark,
Every moment sprinkled with cheer,
But the burning fire of reality,
Casts shadows of disgust in my minds mirror,
My mind, which had cried over
A river of love going dry,
My mind wanders llike a sleepwalker
In the blind alley of life;
And then I see a pulsating heart,
In the wet ground of life,
The heart - red with blood,
Which poured down from my heart, 
That was stabbled by the double edged,
Yet so shiny sword of hope,
Hidden beneath the beautiful face of love.

Poem By: Aswathy.S, St. Teresas College