Ode for my hands

Sitting back on the rocking chair
As my gaze abates
Stained with ink the ten soldiers
Lounge away rocking on the chair
High does it stand, transcending vision
Holding a pair of pans
Dispute for justice sways in the air
With black and white populace
Craving for eternal happiness, world soaking in sorrow
Never do the eyes of my soul close
A hand to serve, a hand to soothe
Creatures and mankind
Aspirations and goals escort our lives
A clap or two inspires
Never does the clutter stop
As life goes on and on
As two hearts unite, love young and strong
Hands that give warmth to build the future together
As we walk holding hand in hand, memories stream along
Wrinkles dawn, death beholds
Never does warmth simmer down
Oh hands, how do I love you
How do the two share a bond
Oh hands give me a pair
To wipe my tears and hold forever
To the eternal power

RHYTHM

Drops of rain trickle down my window, tracing a curvy path,
travel does the time, holding hand in hand
tick tock goes the clock, with regular hiatus
as eternal rhythm conquers universe.

Traversing through the limitless desert,
wind wafts caressing my face,
Breach into my eyes the granules of sand,
never does the counter stop, as my lids flutter.

Taking the weight off my feet, glued to the horizon,
waves impede the view, knocking my eyeballs,
offers me a shell or two, three, four
Never ends the count from the ocean benign

Sign of naissance, as mind adorns soul
Respire do we, till it embraces death,
tick tock goes the clock, with a regular hiatus
As eternal rhythm conquers the universe.