Being Vicious…

Let their love touch you and their charm embrace you,

As one doesn’t have a choice but just let it be,

Let the exultant sensation tap your soul,

Just let them within,

Though they adieu without a note but just leave,

Even though there’s no return and no anticipation,

Even if you don’t see them again just let them be now,

Though it’s a person or creature or a thing to perish,

Coz shutting doors, building walls, assembling fences,

Will make you in boundaries, and hedge you within,

It won’t damage them anyway,

Be insensitive, be selfish, anyway;

It’s much needed.

Lost and found…

This is so unruffled now;

A variable string of loosing and finding;

Some undying and some to be momentary;

Originally was glum and gloomy;

At times ecstasy and delightful;

The cause is so irrational; it just is the myth 

or a moment of affairs.

It’s fruitless to ponder;

But fate is tough and so am I, now;

It brings an unwavering bliss in being even;

An elation that’s a convention today;

Loosing and finding is a piece of existence;

That’s in pink of appreciation;

Till it doesn’t again tremble…