The things that we love to treasure always prefer to have a price -
And they go up in values over time, may be twice or even thrice !
But holding on the time is the key to success that we desperately seek -
Followed by the wrinkle on the forehead, just above the cuddly cheek !
The distance between two hearts can be
measured by the throb or the chill -
Hidden neatly in the valleys of love, where words cannot ride or even
Throbs may become faster if or when we can see the only other face -
And provoke us to 'win' all the 'cards', carrying nothing but the ace !
The rainbows, after drizzling, trigger
romance in an inquisitive soul -
To make us view the world around, like the fish sees from the bowl !
The face tends to lit up brightly, and suddenly weaves the threads of
And shows happiness, like a child, upon receipt of the latest beloved
At times, we wonder, if face is the
real index of mind -
Or it's something else, like a puppet, to put us in bind !
The shadow on the face, at dawn or dusk, may signal the impending storm
And often blow away the dusts, settled around the heart, to bring it to
The world would be heaven if we can
accept the face as the locus -
And bury our differences, at all the times, to hone only on the focus !
So, the face value, cloaked by admonition of life, some day will