Balance

Some days are hot and some are cold,

Some men are frail, while some are bold

Some goods are stored, some others sold

Some stories secret, the others told.

Women clad in clothes, manifold

Styles come new, or outdated old.

Baubles in silver, baubles in gold

Baubles from metal, baubles from mould

Wealth locked up, and wealth doled

Broken relations, relations in hold

World in balance, equanimity supreme

Bitterness epitome, reality may seem

Joy and sorrow, in harmony be

Concoction of life- their equality.

Some Day..

If love were a bud, I'd bloom for you

If life were a melody, I'd sing with you

There isn't a thing I wouldn't do for you

Every second of my life to spend with you

Sonnets and ballads, I'd write for you

Travel the world, surf the seas with you

Slurp away all your pain for you

Smile in Utopian guise with you

Make myself perfect in every way for you

Cuddle under wool and silk with you

Spread fragrance of love and joy for you

Dance in sensual trance with you

...Some day, I'll feel all this for you...

Happiness- Path Paving

Happiness be of capital need

A smile from one to other, it's seed

An infection of consequence delight

Cascades of ecstatic beams to bleed

Lost in thought, so pensive be

Asphyxiated by this reality

Headlights stop all in tracks

Terror of existence, desire to flee

Home be heaven, goal be joy

Twists and curves comprise the ploy

Sway, child, over the cracks, so many

For sorrow and mirth, do make alloy

No end to the tunnel in utmost dark

Seems void of light, of life, of spark

Hold on to the candle lit by self

Sanity beckons out loud, oh hark!

It's not over, don't spell defeat

Rid the mind of hate, conceit

Vast fields of pleasure, crops so gay

The world subservient to ecstatic feet