The Price of Victory

Victorious he stood
His sword dripping his foe’s blood,
Left was no one,
Vanquished through all of the war.
Gone was every home and every son.

Empty halls and silence’s cries,
Were all that was left, for him to rule by.
And with his victory now complete,
He looked up and asked:

What good came of me fighting this war,
If only for you to take everyone away?
What value of the valour I spend, to protect?
If everyone you had decided to forsake?
What was life’s worth? O Sacred river,
That you swallowed all my near and dear.
Oh, of what use is my victory,
If all I have left is heartbroken misery,
And a my love to wrap my arms around,
But rather only death’s endless waiting charms.

A Demon’s Strength

Looking down from those snowcapped peaks,
Treading along those forgotten blue streaks,
Standing in freezing water, like stoic greeks,
Bearing all the freezing wind, for what my heart seeks.

Those choppy currents with their sweeping force,
Battling along to change my deadly course,
In the mast breaking storm, right at its source,
So that face you when I shall, show no remorse.

These frightening forests,
Full of dark deep ghost.

Those frightening plummets,
From atop these glacial summits.

Those whistling gusts,
cutting hard into earth’s crust.

Only serve to console me,
That I shall soon be close to thee.

Thee for whom

Ever demon shall I face,
Every summit I shall chase,
Every abyss I shall dive,
and every shadow I shall pry.

For she,

Turns my ghosts scared
And every summit, with ease fade.
Helps me take the winds blade,
and keeps guiding me home safe

Miscalculations of Love and War

An empty court, A royal seat.
A Kingly crown, A queens’ feast
A banquet for the victory won
A vigil for the departed son.

A kingdom won, Subjects lost,
A war fought, deadly its cost.
A clink of gold, the clang of swords.
A headstone and a table with different words.

History in all its wisdom,
Created a deadly system.
Kill or be killed was the natural law
For the planet after the thaw.

To what end, would this war lead
Leaving widows and heartache in its stead.
For what do we stand up and fight,
every moment from whence we see light.

The love we have remembers us,
The one’s whose eyes we close, hasn’t a fuss,
Every victory, every crown, every ego ever won,
Empty handed into the ground was how the emperor had gone.
Left behind were the people he loved,
Who remembered and wept for their beloved.

Tales of bridges burnt

Come a thousand deaths
Or a million jests
A reaper’s scythe
Or death’s own blight

Till the bright day lasts
Or in night’s deadly cast
To the tip of the clouds
Or the depths of ocean’s downs

In a volcanoes fiery breath
Or the Arctic’s chilly breath
In a zone where the sun doesn’t set
Or the home where lifes’ darkest

In sickness and in death
In joy and in eternal wealth
In hope and disdainly despair
Within you being the air
And laying my heart out to bare

Wishing my heart again you’d steal,
Hoping all my apologies endear to you
Helping all those old wounds to heal
So that we can get back the love we knew

FLIP SIDE

I stroll along this cobbled way,

Surrounded by lush trees and warm hay.
Come here I have, my debts to pay
To wise old men, with hair so grey
So that I may begin my foray
And escape this gloom without delay,
Where, so long has been my stay,
Before, myself, I betray.

I shall now have to belong,
To forces deep, dark and down,
So that I become ever so strong.
To protect my love I shall drown,
In every sin, whistling a merry song,
So that she may live happily in town.

While people might say I am wrong,
I wouldn’t care, even if you call me a clown,
So long as it is for her, my heart shall long,
The seeds of power I shall have sown.

Destined I might be to roam the land,
In this foolhardy quest so grand,
Yet I refuse to give up, and stand,
For my love shall perish only when I’m turned to sand,
All I care for is her merry band
For that my power I shall expand,
Doing whatever is in demand
Till all that remains of me is just a strand.

A Forgone Tale

He was the Ocean,
She was his moon.
They met at the horizon,
Till eternity Endured.

Rolling along waiting for her,
Smashing along mountains to dust.
Washing ashore to the cold night,
Whilst basking in her light, so bright.
Longing for her, chasing her sight.
Moving towards horizon in eternal twilight.

Only to discover that he hadn’t moved,
That hope was as fickle as her mood.

Deceived by the horizon near,
The promise of being close to dear,
So dashed, he lived in fear,
And in hopes, that she’d shed a tear.

Whispering, remember you I always shall,
Those eyes, forever my dream shall enthrall.
As begins my long nights rest,
Among darkness and fear, I try and zest.
For they are now, where I nest.
And through the veil, I shall always wish you the best.

Parchment Tales - Part III

 This page is dedicated to all the short little stories that can be expressed in a few lines or at most a paragraph. For all such thoughts ma we live long and prosper. This is Part -III of the tales. Part four is being published when more of these tales are written. Please do share if you like something but with credits.

What is love? 

If love was just an emotion

Then the Taj Mahal should’ve vanished in an instant

If love was just an expression

Romeo and Juliet’s story shouldn’t be considered a tragedy

If love was just an impression

Then Calcutta should be only city with a Theresa statue

If love was just a reaction

Then there shouldn’t be so many soldiers who head home in coffins

If love was just a feeling

Then why does a year in it and a second without it feel the same

 Evolution of the Wish

As humans, as we grow older we want different things, we wish for diverse entities. As children we wished for chocolates and we dreamed that we would become astronauts or pilots when we grew up. We wished for the sky and its stars.
A little older and we wished for whatever the coolest things available were.
Growing up somewhere along the way we accepted that our childhood dreams were in fact childish and maybe unrealistic in execution.
It is then that we obtained new dreams, new hopes and new friends.
In all our journeys we forever search for the constant that defines us and once we find it we hope we stay content.
Truly heartbreaking however is if we lose that constant, be it by choice or prejudice. How we handle such a loss and how we deal with it defines us, changes us. Recovering from it might not ever be possible and we truly never heal but the certain fact is that, that incident changes our reality. How we adjust to our new reality, to reach our dreams is what defines and makes us.

And through this entire path if someone ever points out to all your flaws, then tell them this

“Love, no diamond ever formed through millions of years of heat and pressure, ever came our flawless. The only flawless ones are the ones that are truly artificial” 

Tribute to a Freedom Fighter:

The man standing with a noose around his neck has a serene smile playing on his lips.

The reporter from across the yard dares shout "  Was it all worth it? is it worth dying at 23?"

He beams and replies " To die for what i love? and that too at my age? I lived for my country, fought for her freedom and now will die for it. Absolutely and if i could i would beg god to give me a thousand lives to live a thousand times over so that i may live a life in service to my mother and if needed die for her in her arms.

The lever was pulled and a life was taken but his words on the headline the next day  created anew a revolution and inspired a thousand new patriots

**The above is in tribute Ram Prasad Bismil, an Indian freedom fighter who when asked if it was worth dying for the motherland replies that " he like to live a thousand lives a thousand times over just so that he could die in service to his motherland***