Give him, God

there are lots of things You can give him, dear God.
Give him blood sucking wars, give him the beauty of stars,
give him the melancholy bristle of wild chrysanthemums in the valley.,
give him a space to smoke up, maybe a quaint quiet alley.
Give him twisted books and the worlds that the authors shook,
give him today, tomorrow and money to borrow.
Give him blotters, give him plotters,
give him friends, give him the sadness that
creeps in when all the love in between beautifully ends.
Give him camphor lights, give him momentary lethal frights,
give him the taste of his mother’s sacred tears,
give him the habit that dazes and amps up his involuntary fears.
Give him anything that you can think of,
give him a life that is split into half and half.
Give him a mask, give him a face
give him gruesome tasks to bring him disgrace.
Give him the right to fly away
and tie his wings for him to stay.
Give him lust to shed his soul apart,
But no! Do not give him a delicate heart.

Never trust the truth in lover’s eyes

Under the orchid tree they decided to meet again,
and ages passed. Yet again the love in the romance slayed.
Then revealed the truth out of disguise,
she told then “Well, I never trust the truth in lover’s eyes”
For that he broke down inside kneeling and squealing in pain.
But his head held up, he acted the part
where he was the warrior with no broken heart.

He dealt a sweet hand to the heart of queen.
His purpose was true to hisself, seldom being unclean.
The orchid bloom stood witness to the jury of the universe
he belonged nowhere then, and he dealt the worse.
The verse promising the lovers to come back again after ages
to massacre the root of evil that lock their love into beautiful rusty cages.

Under the orchid tree he stood again.
Heavy in heart and light-minded as the wind.
The wind carried a gruesome news,
the lover lady stayed back and broke the deal.
He thought of all the things that she had said
Well, he never had to trust the truth in lover’s eyes.
For now the actors are so vile and deep
they fool their eyes and let them speak.
For now the lover knows that promises made
are gory love slaying; part of a frigging renegade.