Consummation of souls.

The age old dilemma
between the woman and the man.
of two soul's disjoint,
of one wrongly sung song.

if truth is not sown
how truth that will reap?,
in the conflicts of choices
everyone ends with a weep.

she speaks many tongues
and he works many plans,
when ice for talks
turns into a clashes of clans.

the words that are jubilant,
dont stand the buds of time,
if it doesnt come from right
its only a written crime.

the balms are not many,
to flower and thorn's game,
and if both have not known,
who is it that to blame?

as they try to paint the graffiti,
of lies on temporary walls
a 'forever' of fleeting moments,
and those empty triggered calls.

oaths of giving up everything ,
and the temple of two veils,
when shattered are the foundations,
the house of packed paper fails,



But A time and again there is,
still hope in our days long,
that some day there be a flower
and that too without any thorns

Truely,when man meets a woman,
like the rain meets earth fulfilled.
and harvest is so abundant
that every soul is to be healed.

to that consummation of souls ,
we stand as a new light,
That shall be new heaven on earth,
Mankind, under the sun so bright.