With those Sad, Lonely eyes of mine.

She would walk through that door
and set everything right
My heart comforted just
by her sight.

Her existence was for granted
She would always be there
I could always let go
for she would take care.

But 'forever' never lasts
and those days had to end
Where she went i would 
never know or understand.

Under the illusion i was
of being thoroughly 'self made'
But she was always by my side
and soon those memories too shall fade.

Nothing lasts forever
and soon i will have to move on
Those days of togetherness
those days forever gone.

She was my soul mate
the better half of mine
A missing part of my heart 
for which i shall pine.

Now everyone cries around me
and i am totally confused
Fifty years of life gone
in those deathly moments so few.

The next phase of my life awaits
and again it shall never be fine
As i look forward to the unknown
With those Sad, Lonely Eyes of mine.
 

The journey of a Soul.

The body for a soul is a makeshift home
a home in the living where it dwells
It is like a crab which keeps moving
the body is but a shell.

The soul has a time to stay
and then a time to go
But these times are undecided
times it may never know.

In life when it does good
Heaven it creates where it dwells
And in a thousand lives when it does bad
It creates a thousand living hells.

The soul is a gypsy which travels on
a traveler without a goal
The journey is all that matters
for the ever lasting soul.

A soul is immortal and pure
in it the truth is met
Everything else is an infinite illusion
as are life and death.

The soul, never weighed by material
to be free it is a must
The soul neither begins or ends
and a body born, one day is dust.

The soul is a piece of God
and Him it shall one day meet
And then for the next cycle to come
with Him, it shall be complete.

For that it goes through life and death
they are what make the cycle whole
And this cycle shall go on Forever
which is the JOURNEY OF A SOUL.

HOSTAGE

A crisis has occured
so very far away
For our loved ones out there
we continue to pray.

As fear grips us for
 as the unknown strike
Giving us a taste of
what terror feels like.

For these men fight
for a cause insane
They are brainwashed
and their hearts inhumane.

They are cowards who
stab and attack from behind
They are a blot on their faith
their religion maligned.

We cut one head
and ten seem to emerge
It sacrifices followers
with its leaders at large!

The World is united
and it shall fight back
As they prepare to launch
another cowardly attack!

And now a nation is in trouble
as they spread carnage
To further their means
they hold Peace, hostage.
 
 


 

The Lone Soldier

The lone soldier tread lightly
as the enemy lie in wait
Taken alive was not a choice
and Survival against Fate.

He clutched his rifle in position
with a prayer on his lips
His eye caught movement
around the trigger tightened his grip.

Suddenly something whizzed past him
 on the earth fell a drop of his blood
A deafening sound and the impact
a large hole in the soft mud!

The shrapnel lodged in his arm
and still he maintained his resistance
a gun battle ensued as the bullets
missed him by a distance!

The enemy was larger in number,
as blood thirsty as they were
To protect his motherland
courage he began to muster!

And then when he ran out of ammunition,
with a knife in his hand
He crept and sneaked to the enemy
making his final stand.

But victory would never be his
as the enemy surrounded him
At a time when his body gave up
and his condition grim.

He died a martyr,
he fought till his dying breath
He fought for his motherland
and became one with her in death!

 

All Those Thoughts Were Gone

It was forever late again
as i waited on the platform
The trains followed this rigid practice
as if some unknown norm!

The station alive, inch by inch
lacking the commodity, space
The sea of humanity thundering
on, at an incredibly feverish pace!

From this thunder i heard it
heard that melodious golden voice
So pure and so filled with truth
it bought to a standstill the noise!

A little girl, dressed in rags
directing a man, blind
As his voice brought about inner peace
touching hearts and minds.

But the spell lasted only two minutes
broken by coins thrown down
The crowds footsteps heard again
with that irritating thundering sound!

I stood there watching those two
pickup those fallen coins some how
Thoughts of helping them came
and i had to help them now!

But then the crowds direction changed
swaying to the new come train's horn
And i suddenly got onto that train
AND ALL THOSE THOUGHTS WERE GONE!

A tale of how our motherland went from one to three!

This is a tale spanning ages
of great lives and death
Of how we struggled against fate
and our true destinies we met!

Strangled and choked by forces
both divisive and foreign
These shackles broken by the struggle,
sacrifices of countless men and women!

But before she could witness
freedom's rising Sun
Cries of war sounded in the air
threatening our Unity as One!

She saw her children fight each other
as villages burned, millions killed
As they bayed for the others blood,
blood of innocents spilled!

Rivers of blood choked her veins
as she was cut by divisive forces
For years she had withstood them
but now they had run their courses!

A part of her was hacked
on the altar of these wars
Boundaries drawn on her
one her numerous battle scars!

Now she had become two
but more wars were to come
Spreading like a plague in her
for the sake of Freedom!

Ages later the wounds of
the past were opened up again
Two would become three now
as forever she would be maimed!

She became free for us
but if we care to see
Her scars still fresh on the map
As SHE WENT FROM ONE to THREE!

Excruciating pain!

I lie now on my own
as good as dead
An object unmovable by life
stuck to his wretched bed!

I lived a life of dreams
reality all of them made
But now they are just memories
as i feel my life fade!

If only they had got what they wanted
alas, this cruel fate of mine
If only they had stuck around
I may have been just fine!

But here i am all alone with
death as a companion of mine
As life and death so close
by, just a fine line!

This excruciating pain subsides
it is already so death like
I only pray for those poor doctors
for the reasons they went on strike!