Love, birth, life,..., death

It all starts with your senses,
Lust or love at first sight, the tadpole has to go,
Eyes never lie, so powerful to make you fly,
Strong enough to shovel a bell in place of your heart.
 
Running back and forth in the mud,
Randomness makes the wanderers mad,
Spilling seed up and down, here and there,
Reserving your soul for the one right there.
 
Give, take the parts of your whole,
Share the energies to make the whole,
Creation is the power of the gods,
From love, energy that runs the world.
 
Pure heart and soul, the god was perfect,
Vibrated in sync with nature’s rhythm,
Drop by drop compounded in wisdom,
Unaware of the violence that awaits him.
 
Lies from the fathers became convictions to the sons,
Often confused of how life should breathe,
Should i hold, make it quick or just let it go,
Confusion and conflicts are life’s trial and error.
 
Little by little death came on, knock knock knock, fool;
The love is mine, just wait darling for i am time,
Time came due and snatched my love away,
As hard as it was, as easy as it became.
 
Strength in weakness is weakness in strength,
The more you get closer, the more you get far,
Pleasing the wicked is the fool’s resort,
What’s good getting accepted and fall into a lion’s den?
 
Insecurity and silence makes stuttering effective,
Yet silence and aloneness are ways of the gods,
For they are the tools for your own perfection,
The only road to realise god is to know thyself.
 
Difference is madness in the highest degree of intelligence,
Well atleast, madness is a fool’s perception,
Beyond ordinary, self inflation wants me to become a god,
For what do you benefit from being called crazy?
 
Knowing too much is lethal,
A virulent poison that seeks arguments,
Waging wars only to say ‘lord why have you forsaken me?’,
So the boy got encapsulated in pride and prudence.
 
For so long the boy went on rollercoasters,
Schizophrenic in the Tao of love,
Illusions fed him well, knew they were fated for each other,
Hope The Opium finally closed him in cold.
 
The jar wasn’t full enough, his closest part drained away with time,
Our ways seem to have done a good job of tear,
Old relationships turned totally new,
Oh, the good old days, son of a bitch!
 
Time rhymes with death, they sing and dance together,
Pure objects of one body, they’re just the same,
Pride shrouded death with fame,
It’s now endowed with infinite strength,
But what am I to be tormented by death?....well, I’m IMMORTAL.