war

The most diabolical of them all

which doesnt waits fo

r any plea any call

and which may leave you apall

this is war the crueler of all

It doesnt sees your family or your kin

But ferociously makes a blood filled din

many have perished in this cursed quicksand

but the horror seems never ending but only more to expand

Many wailing mothers and wives

their pain inconsolable and wide

the swollen eyes question the paths

when their son,husband,brother would cross past?

They say war is freedom and liberation

to free the world from grim desolation

well but at what cost will that world be free??

On the dead braves for whom hopes were never meant to be

Wars do have a lone survivor

who would by now be in graves of guilt

of endless lifeless bodies 

of which the castle of his victory he had built.

Carnival of life

welcome all to the carnival of life
where poor you,are always in strife
mixed waters of pain and joy
you have to gulp oh boy!!

where things take stark unexpected turns
from ecstasy to emotional burns
a haphazard shackle
that no one has perfectly tackled

the clowns here try to pleasure you
for an unknown mysterious profit,
that has something bizarre,misfit
and we,gullible as ever go for the shows
which return us the sorrows

enough money could be spent here
but time and love are little figures here
so one gets the money but not its worth
and fools himself of a luxurious berth

this carnival can be dangerously bumpy
and cottoncandys are shortlived fancies
the one who balances the time
gets the worth of his dime

whatever happens it is a carnival at last
where everyone has sweet bitter past
the way we live here will determine
whether we are helpless or sanguine.

Old Couple

i was going on a leisure walk
with only myself to talk
as i advanced for the park
i saw a beautiful sight

an old couple,free by others presence
were glancing into each other with great inclination
the weary smiles were the witnesses
that they had arrived for their final destination

the inevitable fights,that bonded them so tight
the tears of realisation after which made everything right
the goodday kisses that were a promise
that they will remember each other in bliss


they had seen tough times too
all the high and low blues
but still determined like rocks
held on to happy hues

their beautiful daughter married and fine
and they visit her family once every month to dine
a grandchild too was to come
grandma,grandpa they were to become

as they talked about this with great satisfaction
and were holding hands in some unknown expectation
as if something still has to be spoken
a solitude dream about to be awaken

as i saw these couple unfold their beautiful past
which would for the infinite last
they had nothing to say nothing to reach
just sitting on there exchanging love to each

i walked past them,a feeling of ecstasy
that made me fervent about their bonding and happy
the satiated looks on their face unaltered
spoke volumes about their relations which never faltered

loneliness

sitting on a cranked seat i wondered
as to why to loneliness i had surrendered
i had many options in me
i helplessly over and over pondered

what costed me my happiness
and brough this unberable loneliness
my past was clear no doubt
and the rest i didnt knew about

my friends were happy with me
always trusted them and they supported me
but one day my wealth vanished and so did they
and never did they came back for anything to say!

my parents were proud of me
loved me to brim
and never ever left me grim
but the angels took them away
leaving loads of void impossible to weigh

my wife the most beautiful of them all
stood by my side all the time
left me apall one day to find someone better then me
didnt mattered to her so wrectched one could be

the chair creaked,it too had enough of me
i guess was asking me to leave and be worthy
i smiled,a meloncholy smile
and walked back a weary mile.