When Love turns to hate~~~

See, see how versatile is that known as love

It begins today and makes you fly high

As early as tomorrow, it readily takes a forbidden drive

The day after, it shall answer the question, "do you?" with nay

See you somehow how is it a futility

Always does it make one feel so needy

Always does it make one dream of grand castles

Always does it end after going through grand battles

Famous is that quote which says that love turns to hate

When such happens, you do wonder about your choice of a mate

It bothers you to such an extent

That you get lost in your own torment

In just a moment, life turns into nothingness

All for the sake of that one love

Those sparks of bliss which have turned to bitterness

Oh surely for those first beats of that heart you do crave!

But, hey, what is it that I do hear

To ashes you have sent your peer

With a cruel twist of your mind

You have sinfully left the agreed line!

Love, the beautiful word for that known as lust

Is it still today, for the innocents, an object of must

I simply choose to keep myself away

If the threat of being lethally mauled is at bay!

Would you blame it on the mindset?

Are you agreeable to this new facet?

That feminism mixed with a culture not too favorable for the man

Turns him into Macbeth, right after he has just soiled his hand?

My Friend~~~

Once in my dark room, came in front of me
A unicorn all white and bright
Covered with gold, he was all shiny
And bid me to have no fright
For he is not my enemy!

He did sit down and held his trophy
I was to ride on him
To the world of serenity
There, I shall act as goes my whim
For he is a friend, not an enemy!

I did as he asked, and after swearing secrecy
Rode up to the high clouds
There, I sang and danced for an eternity
Till came Death, so proud!
And He said, I verily am your enemy!

All shaken and frightened, I lost sense of reality
Ready I was to follow Death to His murky realm
When came my unicorn so ready to do his duty
And to my thrills, he bid to calm
For he is not my enemy!

My lovely friend died instead of me
I was left to enjoy the high clouds
Though I had lots of liberty
I cried always out loud
For I have lost my friend, the one who was not an enemy!

On this Valentine~~~

On this Valentine's Day, here goes a few words to the world

Some of these shall be taken into account by the lovers

Some shall be understood by the bachelors

And some of them shall be sung by the love bards!

Love emanates from the heart

And fills our breath in all of its part

Love feels like a ride on a ship

A ship having embarked on an everlasting trip

Love is like going on a yet unknown journey

While following its course, nothing matters

Not even a lack of money

Not even the useless chatters

Love involves a sense of voluntary sacrifice

Binding us not, it strikes us like an artifice

Known by some as a compromise

It nevertheless shows us the way to our own solstice

Love requires time

Time to listen to the lover's chime

Time to share a bit of what we have

Time to give whatever we have, without any regret!

Love needs no particular reason

With luck, it comes and stays for a lifetime

Sometimes it comes and goes, like the seasons

Sometimes, whether it stays or goes away, it wills us to pen down a rhyme

Love starts not by having a partner, a lover or a spouse

Love roots first in having some feelings for oneself

Love yourself first, said a wise man

Then, learn to share it by lending to someone, your hand!

Celebrated today is that known as love

Whether you be single or in a couple

Pray, be in love in ample

For to be is in itself an act of love!

If God had wanted it~~~~

If God had wanted it to be a truth

Today, my fate would have been linked to him

Linked to the one who can grant me sooth

The one for whom my tears have filled my life to its brim

If God had wanted it to be the essence of my life

He would have done so without a second thought

Realization does hit me, I am to be filled with reality's breath

Yet why is it that I still long for him, as if i was a forest undergoing a drought

Surely God does have His plausible reasons

After all who does question His actions

It is said that everything happens for the best

Everything that happens is just a token of a test

A test, testing all that we are made of

Are we made of feelings, are we made of love

Are we not simply selfish and materialist

Wishing to get rich and why not even be labelled as racist

Why, if God had wanted it,

He would have made of him an artist

But such is not given to everyone's line

So he made of him, an arrogant, as if he was revered in a holy shrine!

Such a man, tell me, is he adorable?

Is he not simply despicable?

I somehow still pray that somehow, his heart does open

And no more shall he see love as being a burden!

Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not

So much emphasis is placed today on the role of the wife

She is to be pure, pristine, just, hardworking

She is to imbibe all who surround her with faith

She needs to be able to know everything without ever asking

She is to be the woman behind her husband

The one who would make of him a gem

To be a wife, is surely a complicated state

Acted out badly, one can even be a contraband!

But what of the duties of a man,

Is he as important as the woman

To be a husband requires one only to work and bring money

To care not whether the home is, without him, in harmony

Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not

Husbands have rights, rights to use words of spite

Rights to beat, rights to abuse

Rights even to cheat, to hurt and bruise

When the woman speaks out, or scolds such a man

She becomes something seen by some as a legend

Seen by others as un-womanly

Whatever, she knows how to protect herself through her duty

What of those men whose wives scold not

Should they be brought back to the pot

To be cooked and simmered

To be brought to the right path

Feminists, equal rights, equal opportunities

Women's places no more being in the kitchen

Husbands, change your mentalities

We, women, we are frail and easily broken!