Love is anaemic, fickle, and loves to reside in the deepest abysses filled with darkness
Such plight of fright, from the uncaring world that eulogises love and even writes passionate lines on it
Ever wondered, the crimson skies may be a warning for the sinister night that wishes to prowl on love seeking hearts
How cleverly the tragic drama has been woven with every strand of life; and here, feelings are naked and vulnerable
Worthless fabric does not save the shivering one from the perpetual chill of tragic elements
Dreams become nightmares from the constant chastisement of powerfully fiendish characters
A distorted and careless world can only find few compositions of true love in some forgotten pages and relics
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
A very realistic view towards love I must say.
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