Life and death

One day we are born, one die we die

One day our souls to the horizon fly

Don’t you wish life were simple? Then why do we cry?

I wonder to myself as I stare up the sky

There are times in life when you’ve given it a thought

How many battles with your conscience have you fought?

Have you done what you believe in or walked with the mass?

Is your life like gold plated on brass?

Have you said to yourself- ‘I do not deserve this’

Have you sighed at a past memory and felt intense bliss?

Have you done things worth remembering or lived a dull life?

Do you love someone so much that you would stab yourself with a knife?

Know that happiness or sorrow is merely a choice

It’s all about responding to that silent inner voice

Forget the world, do what you love

And you can peacefully watch the world from above.

BATTLE

In a distant country, in a wounded battlefield

Fighting hard to keep your feelings concealed

Amid shots of bullets, cannons and guns

As an enemy soldier towards you runs.

Hands on your rifle and eyes on the territory

Before you occurs, bloodshed, murder and gory

Quick, you duck to miss the grenade

And run to find some shade

Behind the little boulder you hide

Into the rifle, the bullets you slide

You say a little prayer, hum a little chant

Hoping chances you will return aren’t scant

Before you, shuffle flashcards of memory

Of home, a car, a daughter and of family

The laughter at the dinner table and the routine bedtime fable

In the life of a soldier, separation is alas a label.

So you slide out of the boulder and rush to confront the foe

As you race across the field with nothing but your toe

You jump and take a shot, you fall and land on your chest

Before you, your whole lifetime slowly arrests

You watch him fall down, you watch his soul stream out

You’ve survived the day alive, no doubt

As you heave your wounded body into the bloody cold air

You can see the dead, lifeless bodies of the people for whom you care

By and by, you think. Inside your stern heart, you cry

You look for their souls as you stare up the sky

This is the life of a soldier. This is the story of your life

A life of bravery and hardship to be a part of the strife.

COMA

They call me human, am I one?

All I ask God is, ‘what have you done?’

In a teakwood, old bed lays my hide

Often I think,’ Isn’t it just better if I died?’

My skin’s paled down and my eyes are weary

Everyone who visit me often leave teary

Bound I am to my six-walled confinement

To remain alive-my only assignment.

They call me comatose, they call me vegetable

This is what you would be if your neurons would disable

My nurse cleans me, my nurse feeds me

I’m crying, oh world, why can’t you free me?

To me, there’s no morning or night

I can’t distinguish between darkness and light

A functionless body with its soul intact

Bedsores and sympathy is all I attract.

I see God calling me at the end of the tunnel

My life’s draining out through the end of the funnel

Soon, I’ll be liberated from my life of numbness

And I’ll join the world of intense happiness.

Her SHADOW

Her SHADOW

She skips across the waters,

Her anklets singing a chorus,

Her slim feet performing a magical dance,

I follow her ripples…

My horse leaps steadfast

Onto the bank of the river

I look for my love…

She hides behind the bushes,

Reveals her slim shadow on the tree,

I follow her..

I see her dark eyes

Sharp and shiny

Playing with my soul

Her hair left open following the wind,

Her tender hands call me to her..

“Oh princess of beauty, don’t play with my heart

You spark my hidden desires

I crave for you now..

Why do you run, where do you go?

Behold! Let me surrender to your beauty”

She giggles, she runs,

Her laughter pierces the silent calm air of the night

Fills me with childlike playfulness,

Light and soft, I hear her footsteps..

As the setting sun fills the sky with the colors of dusk,

She scampers into the horizon,

I chase her, I follow her

She turns, she laughs,

She beckons to me

As the night creeps in

Her shadow disappears

Leaving me to my loneliness

My horse stops and I see her

As she joins the sunset.

I WALK

                                            

Monday blues and a cup of morning tea

I stare at the skies from my house that overlooks the sea

The wind blows and the palm trees sway

Work is the last thing I want to do today.

So, feet in flip-flops and hair in a ponytail

I decide to give my rough life a bail

A walk by the beach-side in the company of the waves

It’s a moment of freedom to my inner slaves.

I walk on the sand and feel the wind blowing my hair

What I feel now, nothing can compare

Years of life that flew past slowly find their way

Into my memories that I somehow left to decay

I know I made enemies, I know I made friends

Together we surpassed many a life’s dead-ends

From the little crawling toddler, I know I’ve come a long way

And everything’s left an impression as on clay

Some rules I followed, some I made on my own

Every event whether good or bad has flown

And I look at myself and wonder what I’ve become

Will I be remembered in the times that will come?

A walk with your thoughts can mean so much more to you

It’s spiritual, a lot like kung-fu

It paves a way for your existence, a reason for your being

It’s a whole new journey that is definitely worth seeing.