Wednesday, 7 August 2013
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
Apollo- The Warrior
Specter stirring veraciously; In the shadow of night
Tiger whizzing past; The clabbered tropical
jungle
With streamlined carcass; And
vision focused
Startling both assailant; And confidante
alike
Strong, ambitious, disciplined; Acrid,
draconian, menacing
But emotional, just, fair; Large-hearted,
amicable, No!
No?... Oh yes!
Dove perched on shoulders, Only to
realize He too is a man
But Man- extraordinaire
Warriors there have been many,
None like him
Heart of Gold and Spirit of the
Masters
Leading men in all wars and
battles stoutly
Venturing where men fear to tread
even in dreams
Smile so tender, would melt a
stone
Eyes so loving, would infest any
vault
O’ Warrior! Live long
For only you make the Gods forgive
And induce them to bless mankind
All over Again!
Honesty
Honesty is a difficult principle
to follow and even more difficult to accept. There are all kinds of people
around us. Some are brave others not so brave, some happy others not so happy,
some curious others not so curious, some dishonest others honest to the core.
Very often honesty needs a brave spirit and a daring heart. Not everyone has
the ability to either accept the truth or even say the truth.
In the crowd of not so brave
people are some foolishly daringly honest ones. Lying is not their way of life.
No matter how big a price they have to pay, they will stick by the path of
honesty. Fools, that’s what the wise world calls them. Why does a whistle
blower reveal the truth despite being fully aware of the drastic repercussions?
One truth and the stolid life structure comes crashing down in no time. When
there are so many live examples of people who spoke the truth and suffered
immensely, sometimes even paid through their lives, then why do ‘fools’ still
speak the truth.
As soon as one has the
compunction to be honest, every breath becomes heavy as a hill. There is so
much restlessness that the ‘fool’ can’t do a single task normally. The urge to
cause self destruction becomes so large that the ‘fool’ runs on the way to self
infliction.
Honesty doesn't come cheap. It
carries a very heavy price tag. You gather herculean amount of courage to pour
your heart out and suddenly with the slightest knock of honesty at the door,
the ‘Star’ vanishes like dust in the galaxy. One loses even what one initially
had. The ‘fool’ had thought that truth will improve things but contrarily it
deforms life beyond repair. It is left alone only with pain as a companion.
Monday, 29 July 2013
Tuesday, 23 July 2013
Monday, 22 July 2013
Shadow
I
perch as luscious incense of lily
Your
smirks as mine
And
tears all the more,
Condone
raucous words of kin
Sweaty
sinews of hard work
Dying
a little inside every time
With
memory of Beloved’s touch
Longing
to see the angelic face
Agony
to make a place here
To
prove myself at every step
Prick
of thorns and touch of dew
Joy
of meeting friends
Pain
of saying good byes
Awful
loneliness diminishing soul
Urge
to speak to cherished one
Never
asked how I feel
Assumed
I am flourishing
Just
like you…
Can
I be blamed for leaving you?
If
only you can’t see me
In
murk silently amidst throes
I am there just beside you,
But
did you fling little harder?
Perhaps
for me just one more time
In
your darkest hour
And
you shall catch me
This
time
Standing
next to you… devotedly
Saturday, 20 July 2013
Prorogued Union
Every time impassioned night feels
It will fondle the fervent day
With its ethereal mystery this time
At a stead and hour where
The day is secret to all
Known only to her,
Known only to her,
Vicious Sunshine of reality
Intervenes and in a swoosh
The anticipated wishful union
Is again prorogued for
The next twilight…
Why?
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