I want to romanticize
to begin with the lies. You speak farther
when planets were dismembering.

Who cares for the deepest
pain of truth, behind the tears and sorrow
for selling the bitter love.

I had lost myself under
the Niagra effect of your vital presence.
Gradually all the stars are disappearing.

Romantic youth is exaggerated facts. As one moves on, when bitterness of life is faced love becomes less tasty. When one attains maturity all that is identified as self disappears.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003