Draining out your emotions in a sea of futility... For what?

For that futile effort....To make him feel the way u feel ?

Or to make him remember the tragic past? The other lives...

The curse and the pain. The love and the hate.

But for what? The foolish water drops which you call tears,

Roll down from your eyes to your glossy cheeks, to your ruby lips, 

Which he kissed long time ago, kiss of desire and not of love?

Kiss of chauvinism or was it lust? But something which you can never call love.

Then for what you mad lady, do you keep shivering in pain?

For what those heartfelt love, like emotion you drain? 

The man is incapable of love...

Incapable of any soft emotion which your soft bosoms have,

He's as hard as the frozen rocks in the hills of the west,

He's the king of the land called waste.

In the waste land of desires love seized to thrive

Then why do you still bleed to make the roses in thorns shine red in seasons of wintry death so bright?

So many hearts died, so many emotions dried.

In the kingdom of death... O lady, no birth to take place.

That's true and right.

Draining out your emotions in a sea of futility...for what?

For he, the man whom in many past lives you loved? Or the curse you have? Carrying out the pain, life after life?

The curse that love bestowed on you in a moon lit night...