Intensions!

Intensions!

Barren lands of true intensions

Hidden within, and those layers

Sooner or later grows the seed

Tearing the skin of dried soil within

All they need is a hint of rain

Time does fine, changes the frame

What did one seek, what did one show?

One will find when it starts to grow

Thoughts are inevitable, but it’s about what you plow

As water doesn’t seek the path, it just flows

Silence! Look it’s not what it thought to be

Just a rotten fruit beneath that sad tree

Did it cheat the farmer, or showed him a mirror

You could lie to the whole world, but

Here no more than a naked liar

Stand guard, you must face it now

Before it grows high above swelling you inside

And, will give no more chance than to be remain lost in its tides

Accept, accept it, be brave, be that soul

Who wished you no pain, told you not to foul.

 

Time does fine, frame will change again

Barren lands of true intensions will see the rain, again.

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 18/11/2013