As the beautiful life flows,
along the stream of time.
The Song of the Heart,
need to be sung in rhyme.
There are catches and twists,
that make a matter complex.
One can’t force, steal or beg
to meet the ever-elusive success.
There was a catch called Catch-22
defined by a satirical storyteller.
Repeated loops in bureaucracy
Were identified by Joseph Heller.
A pilot continuing to fly in war
without asking for relief was insane.
But if he ever asked for a break,
he was to fly because he was sane.
Life is full of such situations,
which trap us in a status quo.
Mutually conflicting conditions,
invariably interrupt the flow.
Love is such a great feeling,
gets often caught in a catch.
One may try many solutions
but he finds no proper match.
When I sing her my sonnets,
she thinks they are just a bluff.
But for being together, she feels
these affections are not enough.
She says she understands my love
but she invariably makes me grieve.
She says if I really love her,
then I may have to leave.
I think she should empathise
and get this message sublime,
that I have found my love,
in the search of a lifetime.
Leaving doesn’t make sense
because love is not a crime.
Even if we stay far away
only a connection should be fine.
The beautiful love of my life
needs to come out of catch-22.
But the lack of communication
is making it difficult to woo.