The dreams of nightmare

Life seeded in the heaven and gifted with love
Why grow in to the garden and end up on stove;
In between, how it could fail the test of tolerance
And when it would learn the potent brilliance;

In the spring of adolescence under the heat of essence
The love bloom in its natural and relative radiance;
With its juvenile fragrance, the life begins its real life
But, why the nucleus from its core changes its isotope;

In the life dynamic and not stagnant with eternal melody
The origin of love de-generates its tune to the malady;
The wedded love unlock from the room of embrace
And the foiled minds never mind to annihilate its grace;

As the old age cough, love becomes tedious to hearts
The senses hate tears and drop its flowers to the beggars;
The dead love rocks on in the death bed with wavy steps
The sleep in conscience enjoys the dreams of nightmares;

Personalities split; the life is in rift, the passion is in swift
Hearts spilled, tears heavily burst, and the spirits undergo graft;
The love immersed in the holy bath, carried away to its destiny
The soul sanctified as it outlaws the love and never feels agony;

 By: RK CHOWDARY