Stronger by the mile

 

 

Miles run behind me, my path is ablaze,

They break me, my speed; your memories, your face.

Hours on the road alone, not a moment of solitude,

Seeking to bind shattered pieces of fortitude.

 

With every surge, machine and heart compete,

Faster with each turn, run rivers of concrete,

Greenery whizzes past, I cannot a thought spare,

Lest nature catch up, showering pretentious care.

 

Two friends share my burden, the road and my steed,

Echoes of warnings and wisdom I never did heed,

They stand by me quiet now, not a word all this while,

Growing silent and wiser, with every passing mile.

 

I run out of misery, but the road never ends,

Complete in support, till time made amends,

Resolute in spirit now, pain does not show,

Mile after mile, wisdom and strength grow.

 

…

Para Bellum

As shadows streak past the weary eye,
Thunders of war tear through the sky,
Belligerent clouds paint a crimson war,
As battle-forces gather from skies afar.

Cries of a skirmish,often are heard,
Voices scream,as war powers gird,
Hands,outreached from the fires of hades,
Souls devoured at the netherworld gates.

Innocent souls burn,as vulpines sneer,
The skies reek with multitudes of fear,
No silver contours for miles have been,
As wars distend to regions unseen.

Will hope,will joy,ever return?
Will a break ensue,in this cycle of burn?
As bleak eyes devoid of hope,appeal,
Fate is ruled with blood and a seal.



P.S: This is a tribute to the blasts at Mumbai. India's not shining,it's burning. The next city could be ours... Awake,India,Awake... If others are sealing our fates with guns and blood,what is the purpose of education and industry?? Crush those bugs like the scum that they are,root them out..!!


The title of this post is derived from the Latin phrase "si vis pacem, para bellum" which means

‘If you want peace, prepare for war!’

Lone liberty

Freedom rings,in the midst of my fall,
Lone at last,but unknown to all.
Fortitude that bides by the company of time,
Deserters all,in this world of mine.

A tear was once wept,starry eyes bled,
And innocent hearts turned crimson from red.
A hand did gently dry those welled eyes,
A ear did intently ear out those cries.

And in moments bleak,when nothing seemed right,
Words trickled fun into hours of the night.
Tis pain that befalls the soul who did good,
Tis pain that reigns as in hell it should.

Devoid of help and none to call,
Alone he braves this despondent fall.
And like hope that each new suffering will bring,
Alone,and hence,now the freedom bells ring.

Her strength...

Gutsy,yes and always vigil,
Eyes that always eye the kill,
Ambition beyond simple beings,
And a face that'll cloud all sane feelings...

She lights up a talk with wisdom genuine,
She lightens a talk with her humour unseen,
Holds nothing back in getting it right,
Conviction- complete,for the task at sight...

A rebel,yes,and a good one too,
For God only imparts strength to few,
A tender smile hidden with a quick sigh,
A starry twinkle in the corner of her eye...

For this is only the beginning of her time,
Beyond which lie successes sublime,
A wish upon every breath that I may take,
May this life be sufficient for the glory she is bound to make..