Truth

A: Contemplation is the trait of the great.

B: Being great, is a matter of fate.

A: Fate isn’t luck, be aware of the gate.

B: In search of divine gate, I’ll be late

A: The soul is timeless, Oh Mate!

B:  I’m a puny body, nothing to elate.

A: Your thoughts should have the weight.

B: I’m busy with my chores, please wait.

A: There’s enlightenment within, let it elevate.

B: I’m a fragile being, please don’t hate.

A:  You are the creator your liberation is innate.

B:  My life is meaningless like an Inmate.   

C: Why having useless discussion at this date?

A & B : Truth is timeless, needs a lot of debate.

The Line

I kissed on her cheeks,

At the sight of a giggle,

Closed my eyes in fear,

Oh god! No niggle,

She came a bit closer,

And tightened the hug,

I froze at that instant,

As if attacked by a bug,

A small desire in me,

Ignited that flood of passion,

Reminisces not to be found,

Lovers engulfed in such fashion,

The shining moonlit night,

Showered umpteen sighs,

Temperature of the hearts,

Swung between lows & highs,

The lone artist of the day,

She found herself in me,

The painting stitched forever,

Souls united in glee,

And I was still in awe,

Like a child, so pampered,

She kissed me again, but,

The line was never tampered.