The Four-Letter Mystery

The age-old question remains open,
Why they fall in love again and again?
Hearts racing against each other?
Smile accompanying a small gesture?
An unknown feeling like the known?
Or that chill within each bone?
The drop of rain hitting your cheek,
While the gloomy cloud becomes weak?
Is it the river of guilt that flows,
When time gives mighty blows?
Beyond all good and bad, is it there?
If not then why – “All is fair…”?
Are ribs stronger than the heart?
Caring only toughens the part.
Don’t know if it’s once and forever,
Or can be found in any other corner.

Three magical words put the spell,
Which rings in the cupid bell.
A smile can cure anything, they said.
But the curve costs a lot, I’ve read.
Walking along the path together,
You can’t keep track of the weather.
Cause though it’s easy to make one smile,
Making them cry doesn’t take a while.
Memories fly in and nests cry out,
All the good times, out the stars shout.
So love, to me, is a mystic being,
Which leads me to ask one thing:
That field Rumi wanted to reach,
What if it only failed to teach?
That you may love and keep on loving,
There prevail ideas of right-and-wrong doing.

Image by A Hopeless Anachronism

Few Steps Away

Still remember the easier times
Of drawings, digits and rhymes,
Those being the only hardship
Nowhere else would you slip,
Be it laughter or a stupid smile
There won’t be any inept style,
Making people happy was easy,
Silliness could make them breezy,
Speak your own mind you could
And none would find you rude,
Smart you were with your nature
Not the dress or how you picture,
Dreams flew as high as a kite,
The wrong never seemed right,
Demand was short and simple,
The toy store could carve a dimple,
No need of hiding while you cry,
‘Sorry’ would be enough for a try,
Strangers never mattered anyway,
‘Behave yourself’, no heed to pay,
Simpler was time and simpler we
And be anything we wanted to be.

Easier the rhymes have become
Easier to draw or solve a sum,
Why is then the dimple so far?
Each demand brings a new war,
Your dress sure speaks for you
But the smile in eyes is due,
Always afraid of being wrong
That you may sing a new song,
LOL say your fingers although
The face disagrees you know,
As you look before you leap
Can notice that others peep,
Tears are something to fight,
Hide your feelings you might,
Harder to put a curve on a face,
Stupid jokes can’t find a trace,
So much for what we want not,
It isn’t enough what we got,
Still remember the easier days
And thus the mind silently says,
Somewhere in between the kites
Our dreams took new heights.

Image by Rakicevic Nenad