It continues.....

Summer is back with its scorching heat,
I pen today, though my words may not be neat.
Phrases are unordered, before or after
Here I go with my next chapter.

My thoughts rewind, I walk the memory lane,
Some are sweet, but most bear pain.
I decide to continue the previous trend,
Yes, the theme is love, but I talk of friends.

Love is simple, plain and sweet,
But often this path is one of retreat.
Friends are complex, hard to read
Though always present, in your time of need.

Love may stray, even betray at times
Still it features in numerous rhymes.
Something is magical about its feel
They say, its strength is mightier than a steel.

Love is plenty, still hard to find,
May be because, in it heart rules mind.
I'm always amazed by its massive reach,
Perhaps one day she can teach(me).

Friends are like the westerly winds
Even welcomed by the mightiest kings.
Their presence Is sought, even in weirdest hours,
Unconditional trust only maximizes the power.

There are many who enter this test
Only few pass , leave the rest.
Hold them close, very very near,
Nothing is more precious, I can swear.

Life is a gift, a gem of God,
I view the same, with different thoughts.
Love is life, so are friends,
Lucky are those who have a perfect blend

Straight from the Heart

Today I'm lonely and lost,
Willing to share my deepest thoughts.
Ones which haunt me day and night ,
And others which tell my inner plight.

They all revolve around one goal,
Mere thought of which blemishes my soul.
Five years, I've stored them in my heart,
But no more, Now I want to start.

The story is old, still untold,
Once lived a boy, whose manner was cold.
He lived in a world of alpha and pie,
And wished to scale the unfathomed sky.

The ambitions were high, it was a difficult terrain,
Had he not met her the morning, the sky did rain.
Beautiful she was, her eyes like sapphire
Oh! She could have set an ice-berg on fire.

No words were said, no notes exchanged,
Eyes did their work, tongue refrained,
Magic was working, encompassing them both,
Eros's craftsman, did swear an oath.

Feelings swelled inside his heart
Amused, he thought,if she was real or an art.
She made a move, her lips whispering,
And there he was, his soul was shivering.

Stars had blessed, love sparked
Now it was fate's time to march.
She was to leave in a short time,
He never believed, though she seemed fine.

The spell was broken, she was gone,
His heart shattered on thought of being alone.
Forced he was to live in the world of silly equations,
Logic ruled love in all those sessions.

Many years have past,many things have changed
Except that, the boy never complained.
Though faith was lost, still love survived
She mentored the change which everyone liked.