A Soldier's Fate

His name was penned in the army's list.
For valour, for honour, for strength in his fist.
War being declared on one sulky day
The bombs started to rain, the sky turned grey.
The guns gave vent to a vengeful call.
The cannon's ripped of the heads and skull.
The habitants fled, the enemy's scourge
Cursed the land with their ominous forge!
He plucked the strings of sorrow at heart
The land required him to play his part.
A rifle held close, grenades in pocket
He looked at his mom's brazen locket.
The benison hung, a pendant of glory,
While he pondered the lines of an unwritten obituary.
Then he felt a pain in the lung
The bell in heaven for him was rung.
A soldier arrived, a friend of his
Served him water and stretched his knees.
He showered him hope that he would thrive.
His wounds would heal and he would survive.
The gasps did last for a few more seconds.
The sounds of gunfire were heard at a distance.
The soldier mourned, in tears did he drown.
A corpse on his lap, the face buried deep in a frown.

To You My Love

Pitter patter the raindrops litter
 The heavens do drench the earth.
Moulded with passion, obscured in emotion
 I drip with glee and mirth.
Here's the hectic call from clouds
 That reign the darkened sky
She drives me frenzied; my soul titilates
 Compares me to a gadfly.
Allured I am to your benign love
 To you my love tonight
Float in my dreams O beauteous maiden
 I glow in your enchanted light.
Your breath does chant the hymns of love
 Seduce the unperturbed mind.
The lips do spill the fountain of lust
 Kisses too genteel and kind!!
Slake your thirsts in the stream of love
 And bathe thy refined self.
Love among us is a stupendous giant
 Been fostered from a newborn elf!

The Soul's Sorrow

He was granted a wish to grow once again,
 A boon in the form of a disguised bane.
A rebirth it seemed, resplendent in its kind.
 A will to God his soul did sign.
A stroll on Earth with frantic mortals
 It sought for refuge within the portals.

It touched the buds that bloomed to flowers,
 Gamboled the parks and met the lovers.
Swam the ponds and blew the kisses
 To beautiful women at evening masses.
Time got frittered with drain of hours
 Gambling at the docks beneath the towers.

Then one day his peace went void!
 Laden with grief, his joys were destroyed.
A walk back to Heaven with beggary at heart
 Sacrilegious in feeling, his sanctity marred.

God was resting with arms at fold.
 In His majestic throne adorned with gold.
The soul did plead for its former state
 Little did it know of being caught in the bait.
God did wake and shrewdly smiled,
 Cleared His throat and mournfully sighed.
With zest He spoke, a frown on His brow,
 "Sorry little friend, its too late for now."
 

When Death Calls

 The stars do shimmer in the majestic sky
As if gripped with an unspoken ennui.
 The hounds do bark, a murderer slips by
The grasshopper weaves its nocturnal lullaby.
 An ember is burnt in the devil's urn
A prayer is cited from the church lecturn.
 The king does rest, a peaceful snore.
A knife creeps in through Majesty's door!
 The wounds are laid on His royal heart
Body and soul do mournfully part!
 Yonder in the east a child does weep
The seal quells, an aristocrat takes a leap.
 Hush! Someone knocks at the door.
Is it a wind or the ghost of Lennore?
 The end draws near for death stands close.
To perish humanity the gods have chose.
 Peril is roused by a ding dong bell
Awake O Earth! It is our death knell!

Life Without Limits

Tuck Tuck Tuck my bones are knocking
Driving me insane, my heart is blocking.
Drowned am I in an ocean of pains
Stoic am I, one devoid of brains.
Peace is scarce; it vexes my meditation
Joy to me is an obscure emotion.
The ears do ring, the eyes do water
The body falls apart; I am trapped in a gutter.
No laughter, no love, no gain, no mirth
A ghostly entity walks lonely on Earth.
My mom fed me well, now years after my birth
I bear the heat, having fallen in a hearth

Tuck Tuck Tuck my bones are knocking....

Now enough of this misery, enough of the pain
Time to be a man and walk into the lion's den.
Again will I rise and rise to the peak
Buid myself stronger, my fist'll break the brick.
Failure is to learn, an understatement it is.
Time to run a mile upon this slippery grease.
God'll serve me well enough, pleased will he be
When I enter the forest to lift my fallen banyan tree
Now light in your spark and end this cryin
Rise and fall but rise again.
The lamb will soon become the lion.

Unfulfilled Love

There she strolls; amidst the gloomy air
   I stare at those eyes, the rage and the glare.
Our love was brief and sublime too
   I had asked for her hand without much ado.
She brought me hope; she brought me peace
   How soothing it was, the enchanted kiss!
Then comes the day she breaks with me
   Asks for forgiveness; decides to be free.
My senses go numb, the larynx vents a cry
   She bids me fairwell, a final goodbye!

Ever if you know the cause of such blame
   Write it on a note and give in your name.
Bury the chit at the rear of my grave.
   
Goodbye mom and goodbye dad
   Now show me a smile and don't be sad.
I heard them mourn and felt the cries
   As I closed my eyes for one last time.

And Then Came Adolescence

   The feelings, the hopes, the desires, the focuses, the heroism and last but not the least the despondency. Now do we stand at the crossroads of a tedious journey called life where all fates would be sealed. The heart is kindled by the sensation of romanticism and soon the flames set in. The blood boils mounting the brain with fanciful imaginings. Unlike the flames that spreads in the woods driving several species homeless the flame inside is a momentary one.We make our choices, nothing but a comedy of errors.
   A day then arrives. Our minds optimistic. We want to clear our hearts to the woman of our choice. Though an obstruction persists at the deepest corner of the heart. 'To do or not to do' there remains the question. We do propose. Quite unknown to the fact that the devil has laid its paws on our shoulders. She rejects. Our expectations are driven to the grounds. All hearts are not equal, all odors are not scented, all loves are not mutual. And now people blame you. They say its your fault. hahahaha!!!
   Now comes the climax.

  A pillow tightly wrapped round the head, a curtain drawn on the windows, the blanket lying flat on the crawled body. The heart frets and croaks letting out frequent moans from the darkest caverns of the disbanded heart. The father lies awake beside the son unknown to the fact that the pains are too tough to bear. "Perhaps a headache" he surmises. The vigor of love weakens.  The innocuous pain fades away letting Mother Nature to induce sleep in the articulated veins that hugs the lone sufferer similar to the consolation of a stranger to a motherless child.
   Life indeed teaches us lessons.

  No matter how much science progresses it could never find a remedy for this suffering. Shame on you scientists!!!


 

Evening at Dockery's Inn

The woods do creak, the mouse does squeal
   A ghastly shiver engulfs the rear of my quill.
Here in a room do I write this note
   Whiskey charges the mind, my imaginations float.
The room lies still lightened by a lamp
    "Dockery's Inn" at the heart of Nou Camp!
Brave hearts of all do skip the name
   Do fear the place at night
To think of the dead, the phantoms, the spirits
   Gives me such an incredulous fright!
Aroused am I by a nocturnal call
   There lies something beneath the darkened hall.
The wolves do bark, the cat does mew
   As I call out her name, "Senorita is that you?"
She bore my love in the far eastern land.
   She played the guitar in our own little band.
Then came an hour; too disastrous it was
   Gets killed in a crash, I'm put behind bars!
I wait till this day for I know she would come
   An entity at her place, a ghost has she become!
The cricket does cry from beneath the bush
   A minstrel does start to sing.
For now do i hear the doorbell ring,
   Cring Cring Cring Cring Cring!!    

Turning Twenty

  Yet another stupid phase. Nonetheless a tinge of happiness clings onto the heart like the last leaf of a brook on the onset of autumn. Reclusive. I flip the pages of a manuscript- a few stained letters of an old forgotten friend litter the floor. I know not of his whereabouts. Some sweet and bitter memories of an expired childhood bring me solace. A sip from the bottle of Budweisser- suffices my desires!
 Happiness is but a momentary phenomenon occuring amidst sadness and bellicosity. To me it is like discovering gold after digging a heap of shit. "Being in a relationship"- one of the worst diseases that mankind has ever suffered from. More contagious than cholera. A parasite in the form of a human sucks you of your freedom and then desolates you.
 The planet shakes with the echo of atrocities raging its lands. The dearth of peace reflects upon the aristrocrats who feel that the implementation of education and moral values would drive away the problem. Until hearing this I thought only my jokes were bad! ( They are but laymen beating about the bush). If only each man wanted peace instead of damsels there would be peace.
 Women never realize the aches and plummeting beats of a disbanded heart. For if they realized then they would'nt have been women. In the holy scriptures it is mentioned that God created man but there has been no substantial justification on the creation of women. Perhaps it was the devil himself!!! And as the name suggests "wo-men"- sole criterion for the woes of men. A pity indeed! But its not worth mentioning coz its as plain as a pikestaff.
The day draws to a close so does my happiness. There shall be a day when i will drive away my frustrations in broad daylight. I need an Earth free of sufferings, an Earth where peace pervades all borders, a life that is not driven with limitations, desires that are instantly fulfilled, last but not the least a companion who knows the meaning of trust. For it would be on that fine morning when i shall once again rejuvinate.