Rhythm Of Death

When you sent them to this busy world,
Have you taken their permission?

And they, remained strangers for years,
Lived without complaints and concerns.

It was you, who sent the wind of love, into the space between them.

You never unveiled your secrets, to them.
Keeping them in ignorance.

They believed in the beauty of coincidence.
And you, nourished your love to destiny,
By invading their dreams.

And you, continued the dance of destiny, forevermore.

Their love exceeded the senses.
Beyond his rough palms which explored her body,
Something that touched her soul.

Beyond the taste and fragrance of her lips,
Something that intoxicated him.

Exchange of pleasure, did not mean
Simply coming together of two naked bodies for them.

Beyond the heat of orgasm,
It was something that touched their souls.

They prepared the thread and dip,
Oh weaver, why didn’t you weave a cloth for them?

In their hearts, they planted a million seeds of love,
Oh Gardner, why didn’t you come up with even a single flower?

Destiny. The final solace.

The ownership of father over his son!

Oh Painter, do you relish more in destruction,
Rather than the creation?

Oh dancer, Is your dance in a rhythm of death?
Which no one has seen, and no one understands?

Oh the one who sits in the sky
And judges on our falls and find bliss in our pain,who will judge you?