Flavours

Those times were profoundly gifted,

When thou were in my arms.

Consequently our spirits got lifted;

Like the tricks with which an enchanter charms.

It came as a bolt from the blue,

When thou decided it was better to evanesce.

Thy life had lost its hue,

Contradictions forced us to buy peace.

"What do we aspire to be?"

Is of paramount significance.

Let's simplify and unlock the key;

And preserve it with eternal remembrance.

Precedence

The time is suitably ripe,

To set ablaze the pyre.

My eyes are moist which I tend to wipe,

And hope that the consequences are not dire.

“What had gone wrong?”

I ask thyself bewilderedly.

Alas! There was no harmony left in the song;

This compelled me to make amends dissentingly.

Priorities came into forth at an early stage;

Their curious assortment had its own role to play.

With much difficulty I extricate myself from the cage;

To unleash a new ME and eventually call it a day.

Union

The world is at large,
To do things in assortment.
Here are two souls about to merge;
And emerge victorious in their commitment.


Today they embrace in absolute solidarity;
By seeking the blessings of all and sundry.
Their charm lies in their agility,
As they celebrate in revelry.


Let the frivolity and mirth never cease,
And the Almighty supports their unity.
Their eternal bliss is our only wish;
Which shall encompass their longevity.