A Space for Reflections and Musings
Two lamps at the window, Two men spake their woe, Two hours to heart's content To avert an impending dent. One in spirits lay low Another assuaged his woe, One solution to sorrow at hand To lift the spirits of the land. "Five to midnight", mother said, To bed, scurry off to bed; Obedience is... Continue Reading →
Somniferous; Eyes stared at me, Like an apparition facing In the mirror, almond-like, A breath encasing the scene Like smoke, confusing, confounding, A mistique stare- cold and white. I freeze in a breeze sharp, it was so real Like the walk in lost wonderlands, Rides appalling, will I ever come down? It was so... Continue Reading →
Outstanding ovation awaits Our days bygone Brilliant landscapes traversed My boots are worn Decrepit lands encompassed Foes vanquished Jubiliant beads of sweat Cold joy; triumphant Trumpets' accolades showered To gracious coffins Tears in woe, tears in joy Wreath reverent Guns facing heavens, shiver Shots and drumrolls; Yonder sun set, scarlet Nightfall.
Mighty roars and virulent thunders, Restless they patrol the heavens, Like men who linger to inspect, They let the minuscule drops drop by. Only a trifle matter to misty guards Of the fabled gates of heaven, Dictates mankind though, as he feels Beloved tears of those passed us by. Summer’s woes appeased in... Continue Reading →
"Thou disgust me, sire," - Finally spake the judge, His eyes raging with fire, Yet the face concealed grudge. I cast a glance across, delirious, As 'Ye Hono'' chose his words; "I beg thee pardon, Though shamed I be Curious am I, why, pray Tell me, You harbour such monstrosity? When all I... Continue Reading →
"Fear of the dark.. fear of the dark.." The guy across me in the metro softly crooned to the Iron Maiden epic playing on his earphones, completely unwary of his surroundings. He cared none for the fact that his face was contorted into one that resembled Anu Malik trying to sing a melody. He was... Continue Reading →
Beneath moist hanging moss, Galmar lay down his blade, Heaved a sigh, thrice, And cast a look outside. Apparitions, ghosts of slain men, Chatter of men slaughtered In moments of reckoning, Fed by shrouded avarice. Years aplenty lay ‘fore him, Yet death smiled at him, As had he smirked at those... Continue Reading →
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