Hand in Heart

Heart has its own daunting beauty,
When you can feel the pulse beneath,
And sense the warmth it glows dimly,
When you muse on the zeal it conceals,
And caress the tenderness so fondly.

So much for fizzle and chagrin,
As the world gave you plenty of them.
The greatest conundrum of your love,
Lies in the gentle touch of the heart,
By those faithful not far-away at all.

Deep in your breath a wish blooming,
That your life will never be friendless,
That you will walk surcease accompanied.
Too precious happiness to let go,
While soul-stirring friends stay around.

You don’t need the best person to love,
But an unsophisticated soul to embrace.
Eyes and vibes of those so endearing,
Keep your days and nights breathtaking.
So when the dreams are flying too high,
Put the hand of the dearest in your heart.

Is It That Hard?

Born in a family you didn't choose,

you might feel to be the goose.

Anointed in a creed you didn't will,

there's a city you still can't tail.

Tied up in a bond you never thought,

you may sense you're not a hotshot.

When things are going wrong,

will you find another paramour?

When what you say just goes odd,

can't you just be above-board?

We all are making things unsound,

when saying hate instead of ardour,

when mourning in place of smiling,

when uncaring rather than loving,

when attacking in lieu of touching.

So later on if we see once more,

don't talk and be that hard.

It's not that tough to be a chum,

then move on make some movies...