Cold Love

Flames, I said, 

Looking at her cold heart. 

Driving herself off the place, 

With a heart full of anger. 

On the same day, 

where we latched our hearts, 

With the rings of our culture. 

The oath of the wedding stands, 

Still across the seashore, 

Like the lost ship to return, 

And so was I, 

Waiting for her to return home. 

Life is always challenging, 

And love, of course, 

Takes up most of its space. 

The leaves of trees from our garden, 

Has dripped off 

And the clear sky 

Has now been fogged, 

The winter season too arrived, 

But not her. 

The flames of ego, 

Gives much comfort than love. 

Oh, is that why, 

Poems sound beautiful 

And so do wine, 

At the end of every day!