Intentional Love

Come and unstrangle me of this pain

I try hard to tame my passionate heart

Yet love is no easily played game

For it can dissolve the lovers apart.

Rush for my aid I am dying,

Penetrate my heart to its depth

Try to make me stop crying,

Come and help me from a state so wretch.

I am nothing on this earth
But a flying helpless petal,
That tries to create a new birth,

From a seed of love made of metal.

How fruitless the task I was assigned

And so are the futile memorized lines,

That try as hard as they can to combine

Two lovers parted by clueless time.

Circle Circle

A cry echoes in the hollow darkness,

A child is rendered into this world,

To grow amid the embrace of kindness

And pass his life in a little twirl.

Life goes by and the child is a man,

Bending his back, looking at the ground

His skin from the sun possessed a golden tan

His visage with time became a permanent frown.

In his grave he lay after seventy years

The day of his birth seems months ago,

Yet he lay amid relatives’ cries and tears

But they continued the boat to row.

Age after age withered slowly by,

And no one passed by the old man’s grave

For he in ashes no matter how hard they try

And rot is what once was brave.

But that rot into a flower blossomed

Stood alone waiting long lost friends

Yet no one came and winter hovered

At the edge starting to make a bend.

And as the storm hit the base,

The flower shrunk into decaying rot.

A cry came from the dark, deep grave,

Of sorrow, of loneliness, of happiness not!

This old man once was you ‘tis believed

Now lying under stones and rocks

He lived his life till the end of lease

Momentarily sleeping under chains and locks!