Scent

If it's not a volcano,
It's not worth trekking.
If there are no lions in a jungle,
It doesn't excite...doesn't kindle.
If the destiny is known,
Its meaning itself is blown.

At this point, I narrate
a story, which no one is gonna hate.

Once upon a time
There was a desert...so remote,
No one had ventured there before.
Its sand storms were fatal
And the creatures so very scary.
Then a man chose
to make the desert tale - fairy!!

He walked to the desert bare foot.
Plow was his tool, courage his weapon,
It took him years it's told,
before he struck his first gold.

The aroma of crude filled the air.
The desert now
had a fragrance.
The man lied on sand
in trance.


coming back to my point
I'd like to add a few more lines.

If, beneath any heaven,
lies no desert,
It's not a heaven at all.
If you lose in a fight,
It was never a fight.

Depth

The tears were shallow
The weep - pretty cheap
Strangely the smile, I noticed
Was far too deep.

He could feel
Her emotions of steel
Each muscle in her frame
struggle, fight, writhe in pain
Just to make that one smile
Come alive. In real style.

He looked at her animated face
And drops rolled down.
He didn't make any effort
to hide his tears.
He couldn't help but came closer
And kissed her.
The salt in the tears
Tasted sweet.