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.

You Don't Love An Idea

Once in your life you found someone,
you wished to keep all the sensations,
you eternalised the infatuations,
even carved your names too on a tree.
Don't you see those were just ideas?

After all you can't love some ideas,
moreover touch those convictions,
or somehow miss the conceptions.
Since those ideas do not adore.
They cannot miss you or kiss you.
They do not mind and care for you.

But we remember the person,
and not plainly the perception.
We care to hold somebody's hands,
rather than just one's common sense.
We like to touch a person's skin,
instead of simply one's teachings.

And love is not about ideas.
Not likenesses, nor differences.
It must pertain to what is real.
It's someone's being you can feel,
a human face that speaks for real.

You might forget the gifts you earned,
but don't neglect a person's yearn.
Your friends are not just ideas,
but flesh and blood you love for real.

The Touch

Have you ever been afraid of

tapping one's shoulder...
holding one's hand...
touching one's cheek...
propping up one's back?

Then you might be afraid of
being touched and moved...
being loved and warmed...
being cuddled and heartened...
by those who really care for you!

Since it's only those
who are willing to be touched,
and are pleased to be candid,
will unearth the fire in their lives,
and be graced with undying love.

We seem to secure ourselves,
in a fortress of fear and distrust.
So from now on, dear friends,
try not to theorise on anyone,
but plainly allow any warmth,
given to you at no cost.