Thoughtlessness

It's time now...I've a lot of time...time to think and time to relax.

Time to say and time to reflect

When I'll be old, when I'll be close
To the state which we call as death
Bring the tears of  miseries of moments
I lived in vain,and in suffering and pain

Let alone be I who will choose the song
Where I'll dance and I hope, I will.

LoveS?

Can I dissect Love
Into names and pieces
Should I punch the lines
On the infinite feeling

A lover, a friend
Oh my son, and someone strange
All the same, it's a play of time
And of emotions, and of the little brain?

Let's rise, let's embrace
Not pieces, and in the total grace