Tuesday, 30 May 2017

War of Kalinga

WAR OF KALINGA

This is a story of love so selfless, so pure
A battle with enemies but each other’s cure



A love who knocked on his door when he was exiled from his own kingdom
a love that gave racism of rich and poor, some freedom
a love that was with him at any age of his life
a love that taught him what love feels like


The battle stuck between political, economical and egoistic issues
he was forced to decide between love or edicts, whom to choose


Meanwhile, she was just trying to be a part of her kingdom
a kingdom with no king but the conquest, against her own Adam
a kingdom with very less hopes but the courage
a kingdom with less army but a lot of warriors over the stage
a kingdom who was standing against a flood of ego and anger
a kingdom who was ready to face the upcoming danger


With every passing daggers, axe or sword
there occurred countless lesion, abrasion and wound
shields or swords were hardly protective
when love bows and ego becomes affective
Kalinga was losing faster than expectation
a place known for her beautiful creation


Killing warrior, releasing souls from captivity
He reached up to her, drinking every drop of insensitivity


And a sight of her was enough to melt his anger down
a sight of her was enough to make him forget the crown
a sight of her made him realize the beauty of world
a sight of her was enough to give warmth in season of cold


suddenly came a sword, splashing her blood on his face
the moment pause was enough
to make her heart rip into hundreds


His soldiers have conquered Kalinga by now
holding her body in his state
he was stunned in his own chao
that bloodshed described, now it was too late
more then 100,000 were killed
in his ego of war glory
but his soul was now broken, and thrilled
now he had nothing left apart from this winning story
haunting voices were snatching his inner peace now
"My husband, father and son are dead
what will i live for, and how?"
with sorrow, remorse and agony his brutal voice has now shed


"Ashoka, you still have a way to wash away your sins"
came a voice from the lady in his hand
Kaurwaki was alive, the lady of his dreams!!
His angel was still breathing on this evil land


Kaurwaki taught Ashoka how to be a warrior of hearts
Vowing for buddhism, he started living different paths
A journey where peace and harmony exists
A journey where soul meets
He vowed to never take a life again
King Ashoka's love, Kaurwaki showed him
The brightest light in the darkest hours of pain...

Saturday, 11 March 2017

Sky Lights

        No partiality of day or night
There is always a continuous array of sky light



Constant enthusiasm as yesterday
An amazing captivity of love and devotion,
With every fall of sun ray
No partiality of day or night
There is always a continuous array of sky light

Perky, calm reflections
Neither hot nor spiteful
With a burst of white yet colorful affections
No partiality of day or night
There is always a continuous array of sky light

An exact epitome of life and living
The real adventure of falling but dreaming
To give lights even if it takes to burn yourself
Teaches us to live instead of being vestige

No partiality of day or night
There is always a continuous array of sky light
 

Friday, 17 February 2017

A tale of love!!

(At 10:00 PM)
Girl: I have some important stuff to do…I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning. Have a sleep. Good night.
Boy: Ok ammm…can you drop me a text before sleeping, I can reply if i would be awake.
Girl: No no, you don’t need to…I’ll be late so…just have a sleep.
Boy: Ok, then I’m sleeping. Good night.
Girl: Good night.


(At 1:38 AM)
Girl (over texts):shona?
            (1:39)      Hello?
            (1:44)      Asleep? L
            (2:00)      Missing you!!
            (2:39)      And here I’m…missing you!!
     Missing you like a lost part of my body
     Missing you like a ventricle of my circulatory system
     Missing you like sunrise in winter
     Missing you like emoticon in my texts
     Missing you like a rain drop in drought
     Missing you like oxygen in my blood
     Missing you with every tear initiating flood…


(At 3:00)
Boy:    Shona?
(3:02)  You awake?
(3:20)  I’m yours baby
I’m the shore and you are the sea that touches me now and again
I’m the necklace and you are the thread holding it
I’m a fish and you are the sea which is my world
I’m the smile and you are its beauty
I’m an eye and you are its depth
I’m a perfume and you are its aroma
I’m the tree and you are the root holding it
I’m the song and you are its lyrics
I’m the body and you are the blood in it
You are embedded in my mind and soul my love…and I’m yours, just yours!!
Forever!!


Morning 7:00 AM
Girl:   Shona, you should have given me a call if you woke up later
Boy:   You could have done that too…
For every tear you shed, there will be a face to cheer you up.
For every scar you bear, there will be a healer to fill that up.
For every wound you take, there will be a hand to stop the blood.
For every thorn that pinches you, there will be a rose to freshen you up.
For every time you stumble, there will be a shoulder to help you stand.
For every time you fumble, there will be lips to complete your words.
For every time your throat chokes, there will be a glass of water to clear you up.
For every time you get hurt, there will be a joke that will bring your smile up.
Anytime you are stuck, there will be a soul lending you the help.
For every time you get confused, there will be a soul to define you up.
For every time you get caught up in bad memories, there will be one to give you happy vibes.
For every time you get disappointed of yourself, there will be a voice motivating you up.
Life may be a big journey and many a times I will be the reason for your hiccups
But trust me darling I will stop, give you water and walk with you till you reach your destination.