Alone do we come, alone do we go.
Only a handful of souls we get to closely know.
A handful of souls that we call friends.
Break not these bonds, always make amends.
As is the parents’ duty to educate the kid,
So is the kid’s to take care of them in old age.
Ever grateful for the sacrifices my folks did,
I now begin my journey on this repayment stage.
Even a wanderlusty bird should cool its wings after flight.
The same heart craving for new vistas wants to get back to its nest.
Home is where the heart is. That warm and secure site.
That place of rejuvenation and that source of strength after rest.
Slimy, slithering, slobby slug.
Like an obese goods train you slowly chug.
Teach me to love you and sloth—your pal.
Only then more human become I shall.
She gives shape. She gives life. She gives shape to life.
She knows to teach. She knows to love. And she teaches love.
She might be a daughter, and a sister, and a loving wife.
It’s when she becomes a mother, her love reaches the notch above.
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The plant gives the rose its thorn;
protects it from the day it’s born.
It loves and takes care of it in all weather.
Does it even realize one day it will wither?
The departure just happened, but I pray the arrival nears.
It’s hard to bid farewell sans shedding tears.
My fragile heart does the pangs of separation pierce.
Come back soon, my love. Come and quell my fears.
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Keep those lovely lips together.
In them reside thousand tales of love.
Stick them to the cheeks soft as a feather.
Show your dear ones love is expressed how.
Are they the words that Gibran spoke of
which you so tell your parents, friends and better half?
Words that say less, but mean a lot –
of feelings of the heart that can’t be bought.
Note: The Kahlil Gibran reference is to one of his famous quotes which goes “We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words.” It is not known what those “seven words” are. I personally think they are “A: I love you. B: I love you too.” 🙂
An inexplicable flow of emotions strangles the heart;
brings people closer, and sometimes, sets them apart.
“It’s just a hormonal reaction,” explain the geeks and the smart.
Thus, they’re always at war: Science and art.