Once sweet, turns bitter,
The morale changes in time,
As all have psychic changes,
That may test the conscience!
Give more, yet demands more,
Not the loved ones are saints,
But are mean, as none is Buddha,
As one can live with no love.
If one keeps the mind focused,
Can find the truth of existence,
Has nothing to do with love,
But can cherish it if found!
It seemed eternal waiting,
As it was gloomy and drizzling,
She thought about him till,
He knocked the door!
She giggled aloud happily,
At his arrival, a surprise!
There was a twinkle in his eyes,
Yet, it faded like a rainbow!
Love can never be forced,
Its a curse for those who wait,
For the love to happen, the elixir,
That may never be found, alas !
Bear! Bear! Where are you?
Called my son and I replied,
“Yes, Masha” with a smile,
Let’s play hide and seek!
He hid under the bed,
His feet clearly visible out,
I acted finding him nowhere,
Giggling, out came my son.
Oh, Bear! I won the game,
Yes! I said to cheer him,
My cutie pie is a pure soul,
A precious piece of gem!
She thought he liked only her,
But he liked not her soul,
That longed to be his side,
Left her for another, a cool one!
She waited for him for ages,
That passed like passing clouds,
He did come one day to find her,
And called her stupid!
He walked away shaking his head,
Feeling nothing for her, but pity,
As he moved on long back,
A practical man with dreams!
Gifted is the one born rich,
Blessed are the others with grit,
Godly are the helping hands,
That feed the starving poor!
It’s a pleasure to see the smile,
Of the one on the receiving end,
For even small gifts are big,
That kindles love and affection.
The receivers become humble,
And become a part of us,
Giving no choice but to love,
Give more till they say no more!
One can never be out of the other’s sight,
Yet they hate each and every moment,
Digging the bitter past memories,
Of hatred and events that trigger anger.
He lost all the strength working hard,
Whereas she lost all the patience,
The love between them is incredible,
That withstood all miserable times.
Both are equally dedicated and caring,
In their own ways, poking and prodding,
Mostly ending in a useless fight,
And a cup of tea to cool their nerves!
It’s the bond that gets strong,
Like the live, manmade bridges,
Those grow and mature strong,
Standing entwined and connected.
As they stand small with a promise,
In some years, pay the price for being strong,
Serving the purpose, being useful,
A wonder to the world!
The roots, if broken in the beginning,
Will be less painful, but not after years,
Of hope and love that would shatter,
The one who is on the other side.