Old Wine
Crowded world, real, digital and fantasy,
Good thoughts, great actions, bad thoughts and weirdness,
Oneself to forgive, from mind to forget,
Ah’ tired after trying again and again,
As hopes about an innocent soul lingered,
Though in all ways inappropriate,
Still, in those days, mind with gladness filled.
Oh’ a feeling with sweetness deep inside felt,
Sweet and intoxicating as the best wines made,
The feelings of care and dreams of romance sprouted,
And spread like vines through every veins,
Beauty of her colored every dream and wish,
Beauty of her soul enlightened the depths of soul,
And her smiling image erased nights forever.
Mind conflicted with values of the world,
Love for her should never materialize, mind yelled,
As hopes, dreams and wishes all failed,
To define what a middle-aged can feel about a teen,
Still good in the soul out-reigned,
And erased every hope, dreams and wishes for her love.
The barrels of wine kept away,
In deep cellars sealed with millions of kisses.
Moon went around earth many, many times,
Sun stood staring firing rays at will,
Earth went around the sun many times too,
Time hop, step and leaped through it all.
Crowded world, real, digital and fantasy,
Good thoughts, great actions, bad thoughts erased,
In the learnings from past pastimes,
Pretty eyes and soft skin,
Great souls and feelings of romance,
Barrels from cellars rolled out,
Wine aged well now more intoxicating.
And for the best one, wine will be served.