Am I real to the tests
of being a human flesh
created in His own image
of body and soul package?

Am I true to the faith
of being a believer of fate
imperfection is the way I walk
sinful words I often speak or talk?

Am I honest to my affinity
of being among Christianity
backsliding is the act I practice
still keeps the faith without malice?

Am I destine for hell
of being with others who fail
world pleasures quite compelling
how can I resist as a mortal being?

Simple thoughts spark
it lit sentimental mark
of an emotional desire
flowing love to inspire

Words are like bricks
to build great topics
of remarkable romances
lovers taking chances

Love is freedom
true love is seldom
though much risks at stake
yet most take it than forsake

Romantic blaze
suddenly strikes
when love found
the heart's desire!

Life is set on a crossroad
as we all carry a heavy load
to decide which way to tread
quite a choice we have to lead

Life is set on finite time
we can not just sit overtime
act we must to gain advantage
or just wait for self to wastage

Life is set for our action
indulge in good interaction
get a slice of life and do our part
accomplish something before we depart

I ponder the love I feel
for my woman with zeal.
I realized that she is for real,
together we live a great deal.

My wife is no ordinary,
she acts as my dictionary...
she puts meaning to my life,
lit wisdom to resolve my strife.

Never shall I leave my woman,
for someone who seduces a man.
I shall be strong in my commitment...
her love alone my joyful contentment.

'Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder'
is a great poetic declaration
ever written by a bard,
that speaks of truth.

People just feel the wet in rain,
but farmers see an abundant harvest.
While others discern hit only in sun,
but many anticipate such for summer fun.

People are awed by external beauty,
few consider more of internal attribution.
Finding true beauty in anything that we see
comes from inside -out in total personality.

Beauty is never all physical
but it can be psychological,
also mental and emotional.
so let us see things beyond!

Poetry has enthralled me
like a river pool twirling
fresh sentimental thoughts
cascading passion surging.

Poetry has inspired me
like sunrise that awakens
to brighten my soul with zest
my indulgence to inscribe poems.

Poetry brings pleasure to me
encourages instinctive expressions
of innate reactions to human existence
I now meditate in solitude to extract reality.