Love and marriage go hand in hand
A rhyme cannot be wrote if mind Wavers elsewhere and fails to find Right words, right thoughts, also right urge And if it does, it’ll sound like grind A grind of mostly useless splurge So poetry comes when right things merge! As rhyme and mind will meet to mate So love and marriage have same...
Questioning the arrangement of love
There is always a lot of life in a question. More life than a mere answer can ever dream of having. Questions keep the debate going on, let the war rage on, allow people to over-step their jurisdiction and think fresh, push desire and ambition to move their butt and go forth into the unknown....
