Roses & Guns

A distinct line differentiating the Roses from the Guns
What i called Love and what i called hatred...
A shady poem sitting at the end of this never ending lane
Written and sung by the persistent mind
Knocking the doors of the Worlds unseen!

Like a bleak art drawn with the memories he tried to forget
When his eyes were enticed by the beauty of the roses
Selling the Guns for a piece of Love?
Wobbling between the Life and Death
He wrote yet another poem, falling in love again!

Is it the petals of this flower that cling on to the heart
Or it it the brutal guns that drive the life force?
For the World he sees now is turning,
when he prays to the Gods unseen,
If only they could hear his poetry once?
would they answer? Before the sun sets forever!

This war between words inside,
Would it stop if it were for the woman he loved?
A dream? The Woman! Wish the ships set sail,
How long has it been since the Wine tasted as good as it was
When the loot he conquered was celebrated!

Who can hear or see the different shades of this mind?
Dandling between the urge to see the light
and to meet the rival brother!
An eloquent poem shattered and scattered
Over the future tombs!

A distinct line no more insight,
a convergence of the beauty and the beasts
When the words seek freedom from the bond of poetry
The prayers will be sung no more...
For the Gods he sought after have fallen in love with another Woman!

An insane poet writing the shady poem
As the lane extends into the kingdom of the Leo
Where the light will shine for one last time
Hoping to hear from the Woman and Gods,
To see the ships sail back to where they started!

No for a no he said, when the Guns laughed
At the pathetic heart falling in love with the feeble roses
Knowing what awaits at the end
Is the questions unanswered!
Yet another unfinished poem with words scattered!