War has come

So quiet , so peaceful
the World we find
As soldiers fight out there
behind enemy lines.

Friends become enemies
and patriots are put to test
For the country they love
Another they have to detest.

A horde of savages fight
and rivers of blood flow
Peace screams for help
as War strikes its fatal blow.

The hounds of War let loose
as they spread like wild fire
Releasing Pain and Suffering 
the two children, War sired.

War rips apart a country
relations painfully torn
and Death reins supreme
with Survivors left to mourn.

The Sky looks down on us
and hears our painful cries
To fulfill War's bloodlust
countless sacrificed.

We gain nothing from War
and what Peace gains is lost
And War's extolls a heavy price
as we now pay the cost.

As our peaceful quiet is disturbed
by the thundering of War drums
As we now witness carnage and death
we know War Has Come.
 

The Call Of The Blue Bird

A bright blue speck on the grey horizon
a sight at which i beheld my eyes
A welcome relief from the dull city sights
That Blue Bird in the grey sky.

Its periodic,recurring,ringing cry,
an exhilarating tune at the city's heart
Listening and going back to our roots
back to being Mother Nature's part.

Its bright blue wings a beautiful sight
a blood red beak to behold
Its chest a color hard to miss
which i would say yellowish gold.

The bird would perch, oblivious to the noise
as i trained my camera lens
Straining to capture that perfect shot
 located at a good distance.

Despite its appearance, difficult
to find, a bird watcher now i was
Waiting for it to turn up
and then clicking its random shots.

Listening to its unique call
i would expect and wait for hours
Praying it not be scared away
by construction and honking cars!

And then came a day i was waiting for
as on my window it showed
I rushed in to get the camera
and thanking for the chance bestowed!

And as i got the camera
a cracker burst so loud was heard
That frightened away the poor thing
and off went that Blue Bird!

I waited for months to come
but that call again i never heard
That call which connected me to it
The Call Of The Blue Bird.
 
 
 
 
 

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!