Glass of love.

There comes always an hour,

when drink speaks louder then heart,

but for me it was never so, i never filled my glass though.

Then you brimmed my glass with wine, known as love from early times.

My heart got infected though, but never but never lost its craze so.

The wine ended on a day so, that my heart died few days ago.

Hung on the wall of time, with a garland just so fine,

n now when that glass speaks louder then ever,

u claim that i'v changed for ever.

-aks-
Photography: Sagar Kapoor Photography.