At the gore cemetry,
He stood,
With the Eyes of sin,
And the Dagger that slit his wife,
Hands trembled, palms sweated,
Conscience marred and the soul grieved,
As the Drops of blood,
Dripped Like saline tears
And, Coalesced into a blood splash on the grey earth...

Reminiscences of the day
Moved before his eye,
In the morning, Before he left to his business trip
He kissed her forehead to bid adieu,
And said,
"You are my life and I owe it to you..."
She had smiled
And said,
"World to me is you and I shall long for you till every ounce of me remains in you..."

In the wake of the half moon night,
He returned home all sudden,
To find his wife sell her soul to another man,
His life draped naked and traded to desires,
His feelings disowned and stripped to mock,
He died a death in the hands of his own love...
And wondered,
How hollow were her words...?

Thoughts threaded like intertwined creepers,
One after other, endlessly gripping him,
Emotions grew like storm and washed him in tears,
He questioned thy self,
Why did she betray me?
Why did she blindfold herself to my unconditional love?
Why did she give into the lust of another man?

As he dug her grave,
Flashes of memory haunted him,
The day when he kissed her first,
At the wedding solemn,
Those words in his ears echoed,
" Thou shall be my earnest wife,
my sole companion till the eternity sighs..."
And there he lay, today
To bury his beloved wife
Down into the chasm of timeless sands...

As the light of the day shimmered the sky in crimson,
Dawn arose but too late,
He lay on the epitaph of his tainted love,
And engraved it with smears of his blood,
"Our eyes met for eternity to love,
To paint it with my empty dreams,
I lay here with my slit veins,
To sour you into our eyes of sin..."