Death

 

A blanket of dark has covered the night,

Streets asunder with traces of light,

Fog lamps in halos have shadows cast

Spotlights for specters that speak of the past.

 

Winds of silence, blow past the street,

Voices that whisper matters discrete.

The calm is now broken, of the night supreme

Fear into the hearts, blares an eerie scream.

 

Pulses now race, eyelids now balk,

Ears lie await for winds that talk.

Footsteps are heard, death walks here,

Spines tremble in morbid fear.

 

The tempo now rises, hearts skip beats,

The wave has passed, away from the streets,

Maleficent spirits will walk once more,

Paths then awash with phantasmic gore.

A Love Waltz

I'm awake,in wonder,listening to the rain,
My arid heart now fragrant,glistening with the rain,
Senses that give in,yet fortified once more,
As the love of the rain gods descend in this pour.

I hear anklets rhyme with the passionate beat,
A magical waltz by the rain and her feet,
Her heart knows no bounds,her feet keep pace,
A flash,and she turns - joy now has a face.

With not a care for the eyes of the world,
Or the mighty gusts of breezes cold,
She pours her heart on a dampened ground,
Which resonate in fullness,a lyrical sound.

My heart jumps a beat to watch her like this,
Eyes stare in awe,thoughts amiss,
If sight to these eyes,today was gifted,
No better time could the veil have been lifted.

For I see now,oh! And I see clear,
Beauty in motion,like a spirited deer,
The gods approve in thunderous applause,
And the rhythmic chants fade into a pause.

She stops and turns,to my eyes in the stands,
Mindless, I too applauded with my hands,
A fluster is once seen,a shyness takes lead,
Pulses of her anklets wane with worldly heed.

I stand still in awe,I know not what passed,
A heart so full in moments, is empty at last,
Wandering eyes look for shadows moving in grace,
Effervescent cries,seeking once more her face....

A sea we call World..

Trivialities,the greatest of pursuits without a cause,
A slender boat,a broken soul, on a random toss,
Faith prevails when the storm passes hence,
Only to be bribed by worldly sense.

Knowing that tides will rise and fall,
Random,yet certain to tinker us all,
Lions too here lose their royal touch,
For might it seems,counts not as much.

A lull is often felt,a peace calling,
TO be broken by cries of hundreds,falling,
Tossing, turning, with only air to hold,
Gasping as their grip loosens with the cold.

As waters gush to fill a lonely heart,
An anchor is dropped into the lucid dark,
Lips quiver,a tear runs down,
Unseen,yet tracing the path of a frown.

A million sobs are stifled by hushes of waves,
Tears that shatter in the darkest of caves,
What once was a struggle,has ceased to be,
As yet another brave soul loses to this sea...

Invisible affections

A molten sun dipped in lava of gold,
An evening clear in its arms hold,
An embrace that seems to affect them all,
Or one that craves for just their fall.

As he sets himself at the very end,
With shaky lit waters he seeks to blend,
In quiet peace, an eye watches him dawn,
And lets mind and its offspring to spawn.

She smiles with a radiance that matches his own,
Smiles that dimple- evasive, unknown,
Gaiety that permeates her, joy unbound,
Like the expanse of his covered ground.

Today they will separate in uncommon pain,
Only tomorrow to be one again,
A few moments in their arms is all they get,
But part they will with no regret.

Each day this love ballad lies await,
To render to these souls their mundane fate,
Each day, this great love story will unwind,
Unseen, yet omnipresent- for us to find.

Missing you..

I miss you on evenings cold,
When I want you in my arms to hold,
I miss you on days of shine,
Wanna be with you and make you mine,
I miss you on days of shower,
To feel love,that mysterious power,
I miss you on lonely days,
When I want us to talk of unworldly ways,
I miss you when the world seems vile,
To make it grand with just your smile..

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!’

When Heroes Fall..

A silent storm gathers rage,
A volcano dormant,leaves restraint behind,
A new chapter begins,another new page,
A fire unborn in the recesses of the mind.

Pain loiters, and lingers for long,
That which was hidden is no longer so,
A distant voice,a blood curdling song,
Sang ballads of heroes not long ago.

Of valor,of brilliance,of battles well fought,
Of kingdoms besieged and fame bestowed,
No more battles ensue,with lessons well taught,
And men in their rightful places restored.

Clouds overcast,spread a pall of gloom,
In this hallowed land where heroes once rose,
Where brave thrive on battle,and in glory,bloom,
Are now plain names in an indignant prose.

Fame blows over,glory stands on,
In battle-storms that rip kingdoms apart,
When all else is vain,and all else is gone,
What makes a real hero is what flows in his heart.

"Heroes rise and heroes fall,
Rise again and win it all."