The day my mind is still, it would be the final chapter for My Mind's Drama Copyrights@ Lilow 2004-2009

Monday, February 28, 2005

Wicked Fragrance

Smells of purity and comfort,
Poisonous as oleander's sap,
One sniff sends you to eternity,
Yet foolish enough to succumb to it..

Irresistible yet dangerous,
Luring yet wicked,
Buys your interest for its scent,
Betrays you once your trust is placed..

It burns your skin subtly,
Pain is felt,
When flesh is visible,
The fondness for it subside..

Men fall,
Even women too,
For the love of;
The wicked fragrance..
Lingers but don't last..

1 Comments:

Blogger Pallavi said...

Ah the fragrance of life.... all fall for it :)

5:06 PM

 

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