sin called love...

in pursuit of love
hope to find it one day
under strange circumstances
until it brings me off the bay

why is everyone
in pursuit of love,even when they say
you'll find love
when you give up the chase

but what a catastrophy
what a disgrace it is
it always manages to find those
who don't know the place of it

its not even blind
its heartless and black
it brings the agony
the ignominy of being in lack

those true to the souls
faithful and bold
are cursed to never get it
until they break the laws

those with loose beliefs
and jittery pride
it embraces them proudly
keeps them allied and abide

its losing its charm
aura and the grace
no more rush of blood and
the warmth of embrace

it has left our side
to meet those with the thick hide
they break the fragile feelings
and still it keeps them glide

we are the bottom
of dark cold ocean
the sun will never shine here
we will get no notion

so end this row of reaching us one day
we dont want you anymore
coz after giving up this chase
life is better than ever before