Where Pain Fades Away As Means Remain

Courtship is heaven, adultery hell.

Very fine saying but what is the degree of it; Let me start a story

Two birds singing together in their nest, in the search of food one flies away.

Other, she smiles at sneaking neighbours at home, where meant to stay!

The flying one meets old friends, friends of old childhood days, friends nearer to heart, be one with them and then flows gaiety,

He suddenly thinks of her who he had left at home and in those moments of jollity decides to share them with her the gleefulness of his shiny days

Conveys the message through a friend-faced concerned conveyor, who in concernful ways conveys the message intact but with the spirit of the moments missing. 

Suspicion Kocks;

What adultery to rejoice moments alone by the partner,

But realizing partner's friends are not mine, Suspicion takes ugly destructive frame of Providence’s work; 

Worries are reveries of long lonely times let Evil creep in mind....., 

And the mind weaves the stories narrated by my sharp sweet neighbour, the blooming Rose of the branch near where my birdie, she sits

Rose's aroma keeps everyone spell bound,

It is through this that it keeps everyone informed of its presence, and charm so profound,

That no one has the audacity to slight the cannonball

So brought by its presence this way the parable of goes on:

Rose wants direct relationship with earth for its victuals,

Trying to disburden off its thorny, plaguing stem without actualizing the scenario actual;

Forgets this thorny stem protects it, otherwise it would be plucked and consumed by the usurpers and the ravens

Whose drudgery includes desecration of dishonesty, duping and like-natured ocean of vice

Not realizing when you Point a finger, others points back at you,

As if there is no pleasure in perfidy unless the barbaric scene is conducted in front of the oppressed

Infidelity does not pay off its pleasures until it succeeds in its aim to be captured in the eyes of the dejected 

Inflicting the pain of Vulnerability, echoing thunders of crooked innovations and implications of Audiences and their sluggish comments!

Alas! knowledge is ever locked up in Conscience's room and only used for serving requirements, Now the dejected gets better of the situation and starts enjoying the scenes unreserved, 

Stealthily afraid of being erased in coercers’ wrath flamed! 

So, Hope comes in again…

Rose has friends with beautiful faces of water lilies surrounding, 

The pink lily moves seemingly silently and composedly with the white one, together gliding their way through water

Pink is as happy as the jolly white one, both planning never to let go of each other

Always carefully happy for each other to not to let even a fly to sit on the duo

Stopping to recall that no life of happiness without that can be given birth to;

So they go on floating sometime their own ways sometimes together and one day realize that they have come along a long way and are at the midst of the waterway

Aghast they ask for help from friends but floating some distance away.. 

Other lily friends won't take risk of drowning; they won't come for any service 

So help comes at a price

These migrating Peace raiders now seek help of the flocculent runner weeds, they being soft easier to make the state of affairs work

The parent runner watches where the fate of this play shall end not knowing how this piece of service can severe the notion about protection of the younger one refrains itself from any preserving task 

She thinks of the own rise in prestige through this brave act of her younger one, 

Impaired into a warped form, coveted veterans;

This way the flora thrives…

Birdies meanwhile patch up having mutual stakes, 

One for its bearing in social order

Other in fear of being misused like an embroidered piece of cloth till it becomes a dirty rag - duster 

Sorry Sorry Sorry for the whole affair that should not have been understood this loud, but only seen, heard and revile

The stronger one that should have sheltered the younger, lends a helping hand in lieu of an expensive bargain of self-achievement and bestowal 

Oh, the pain of sucked out of everything and reduced to filth

But the lilies float on unabashed

Shameless their roots…Of course this is how bags of deeds are filled 

Hush hush or somethings may be deranged for ever

Cry for your existence no one to hear

Where is that deep embedded tenacity in you

Perhaps we may hear Him say, so keep open the doors of your ears

‘Someday I’ll find you, hold you tight not to fall and bring back those good day’s hue.’