AMORE

This amore is one with tantrums,
has got an untrodden tantrum,
it has got to know,
what is that pother called love,
it's my amore ,but,
it presages about you,
so there is something unquestionably  there,
o my verve...


Heeded that this is the urge of wishes,
that they don't remain insatiable,
but when the pother of amore,
are so flinty then acquaint what we can do,
should we get gripping,
or should we sit as irked,
what's the accord of amore,
o my verve...

On every step,these avenues ask you,
to walk a bit of wobbling,
tune in to what this verve is saying,
revel in for a twinkle,
should I clasp you,
or tune in to the verve,
there is a petite purlieu,
o my verve...

THAT'S THE WAY LIFE GOES ON

What has happened , transpires
what has to happen,has to transpire
the things that are there in your strings,
why should you bereave them for nothing,
as much as there are,taking hopes,
how deep do we go,the paths see,
you start strutting,
don't turn and look back,
just be what you are ,
move on,that's the way life goes on...


Perspectives won't match,
but value each other,
we ramble together,
but we have different destinations,
let there be pieces of sunshine,
where we want a pinch of shadow too,
and we would divide equitably,
whatever the need is,
lets keep on tying,
just move on,
that's the way of life goes on...


What we thought barely happens,
anguish will always be there
if we get something without being contemplative about it,
why do we have to lose it for no reason,
as much as we can,taking the relief
just move on,
that's the way life goes on...