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In Pahalgam’s embrace, where solace bloom
Dawn’s tender hues now fade into gloom.
The innocent sleep, their laughter now stilled,
In cold, silent graves, their dreams unfulfilled.
A crown of bright jewel on our mother’s brow,
A snow-white dove, now lies crimsoned in woe.
Through mist-shrouded peaks, a wail scars the air,
Beauty and anguish entwined in dark despair.
Through shadowed pines, fiends crept in the night,
Their cruel hands drew blades on hearts pure and bright.
Guardians faltered, their watchmen grew blind,
Merciless guns left weeping remnants behind.
Unchallenged they returned, no fear in their tread,
To venomous lands where their hatred is bred.
Who carved them a path through the valley’s embrace?
Who shielded their malice, defiling this peace?
Yet free they roam, in shadows they thrive,
While graves cradle hopes that will never survive.
Young dreams, unshaped, now buried in dust.
While tears carve deep rivers through valley's crust.
Enemies sow seeds of hate, in heartless disguise,
Haters watered it to wage wars with in lines
Drown cries for justice in hollowed-out lies.
But our defenders roared fierce, their fury ablaze.
With flames of vengeance, their wrath set the stage.
They wrecked their heart, blazing their den
Yet foes, unrepentant, slipped free from the chain,
As an imposter uninvited gate crashed in disdain.
Cowards in disguise, displayed on road side stand,
Their gilded deceit seeks to spread only their brand.
In meadows where joy once danced with the breeze,
Grief whispers of wounds deep no time can appease.
Justice, a specter, haunts hills with its plea,
Pahalgam weeps still, unhealed, never free.
Till butchers lined to gallows, no redemption arise,
A valley of dreams lost to fear’s ruthless guise.
Another night of shelling another night in hell
To lie in stench filled trenches watching bodies swell
Seeing the grimace of death engraved on ones so young
From Utopia they were born, now I'm in among
I can't think how ludicrous it is to await the next
Seeing futures disappear, oh! how it leaves me vexed
Trenches, bolt holes and craters, filling with rotting flesh
Barbed wire like human snares, now a crimsoned mesh
My eyes in tears now close as I hear the dying cry
Whilst a solitary shot sounds out, invisible through the sky
This silent assassin awaits their unsuspecting foe
For through a lapse in theatre, another life will slow
The evening I dreaded is upon us, this is no fireworks display
It's another sign of man, and their self destruction play
Many hours ahead now await in this shell shattered surround
How many of us will still be standing, or swallowed by the ground
The above is all I can remember from those days from a war torn past
I'm so fortunate to recall so little, whilst many colleagues cast
I've lived a life of years, so many more than them
What or who decided to chose from these heroic fighting men
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php
Was it in a dream when I first saw her,
Or was it in the crowded street afar,
Or was it on the beach by the setting sun,
That she, my heart had won?
All I saw then was a pair of eyes
Beautifully set on a wan face
As twinkling stars in the night sky
Or gems on the moon’s diadem high
They seemed to converse without end
In a lingua of love with passions blend
It was a captivating moment divine
I thought the whole world was mine
Those eyes had turned me blind
That all other pursuits I left behind
As her eyelids quickly fluttered
Within me rosy dreams cluttered
Hopes colorful crimsoned my sky
On featherless wings I flew high
In my thoughts for long I chased her
Though chance was nil of possessing her
Yet I hoped one day she would abruptly spring
And merry ditties we would together sing
Flowers blossomed and wilted
Snowflakes hardened and melted
Time made its hasty run
Spring, summer, autumn and winter in turn
Still I wait, looking in vain
Never allowing my hopes to wane
Devilment devastates devoted devotees,
But devout devotees devour deities.
October.20.2022
Captivation Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Julia Ward
In demonic stare she sighs and writhes
Alluring like honey to take their lives
Attraction so dark, even crows never caw
This Gothic she, beyond the lights law
With out stretched arms invited they be
From the darkest light they come through the trees
The flutter of silk wings in crimsoned red
She pouts her face no fear she dreads
Her followers in accomplish, in taste of blood
Returning to she, now in redded flood
Angels of her dark in skeletal trees they stare
Where crows never caw, for they dare not dare
A new dawn now arises, as she quietly lays
Awaiting the return of the full moons display
Once again she'll sigh and writhe, in demonic stare
For she awaits the light, and the innocents share
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-9.php
It’s a sad day
when we forget Warriors
who've fought our Wars
a price they'll pay
brought home—changed
the soulful smile you miss
the nightmares you can't fix
chained to what they’ve endured
lingering trauma
what they have espied...
that boy who perished at sea
the soldier felled on the beach
brothers separated onto ships
both only sons of fraughted parents
what broke the heart...
whence the contract procures
is the clash of wills and the turmoil of man
whither they are bound, it guarantees
they’ll part with their
limbs torn
in drowning seas
in roiling crimsoned tides,
in disastrous flights
fallen from smoked skies
from the harshest deserts
of the desert storms
in extreme heated days,
in cold sands at night
in wide open terrain
their landmarks barren
I lift my head as I lay in bed this morn
thru my curved bay window
I peer out from my drowsy squinting eyes
to catch a glimpse of the black bird’s mimicry
he squaws a plaintiff’s alarm song
O low and behold…
I am the only one
parked on the Tuesday side of the street
reckon those came to forget
not one on my block had any memory of it
they aren’t touched as they should be
by simple procedures we must do
to celebrate, honor, or remember
to stand by the land of the free
to respect a marked day
It felt abandoning…
‘the importance’
‘the meaning of this day’
‘what it stands for’
‘what men and women died for’
Today is Veteran’s day
PTSD turns to psychedelic therapy
Promising body of work
Treatment resistant
High in the veteran population
Removing red tape
To research
What was approved,
alters perception
Function
Reset neural connections of brain
The Trauma
Fasttrack it
Stanford’s founding—88% reduction of PTSD
—Dr Vin Gupta
I Am Anaya
November 11, 2025
Veterans Day
Everywhere I see You,
Everywhere I feel You!
In a bit or a byte,
Capturing throughout my vision,
Romantically draping You, in my arms of prison!
Ohh my lady love,You rose my heart & I felt rocked!
Accompanying You, Aimlessly I wanna rove,
Cunningly I wanna glow, In the ardor of Your love!
worthily I owe You my angel,
swathe me enchantingly in Your soul,
Embed me in Your shell-dwelled heart!
As I do fell in love with You, Once again!
Last night, thundering lights,
Face Reflection of Your's, appeared in my sight,
Everywhere I see you,
Everywhere I feel you!
In an autumn bonfire,
That pleasant kiss,
And quixotically I felt bliss,
Damn damn gona miss,
Every moment,every hour,
The fire of Your love had charred me into a loveable soul!
Every nerves of my heart bears an effigy's of Your charm honey!
I love you,
And I need your love babe !!
In every season,
The moment, I find You so changed,
Anger,rage,fear,sadness in me is been vanhoved everytime,
Gust feeling of love has been crimsoned in my every nerves!
In a split of seconds, You touched my blushing cheeks,
Excitedly my heart started to highly beep!
with Your flying kisses,chirographically my life is been made more meaningful,
Enduring the darkness,I met my sparkling star!
Ohh my lady dove,
My nerves are been shoved,
Beating heart You covered with a protected glove,
In the obsession of your love,
I wanna complete the captivating book of my life with Your epitome of innocence!!
Words are been formed with the bunch of alphabets,
And M'sure,binding with you, Our life will be intended to luxuriously set!
Nobody touched my life the way you do,
Soliciting me, You filled water into a thirsty vessel of my heart!
Yes You boomed, my heart shaking it with Your intense love!
Hovering in the sky,
Pressing the special part,
whimsically You thumped my soul!
Jack-O-lantern,my Dove electrifyingly You mobilised mine sterile heart!
A short poetry of Parascending by Mrs.Madhavi
Aviated parachute
Parachute parachute you flying so high.
Like an eagle you swing in the sky.
Flourishingly Waving in an air.
Your skill astonished me, Take me away !
A play of lustrous rainbow colour.
Cascaded by a Blushing rain.
Sensing the rhythm, flower‘s crimsoned.
Making me feel excited, Take me away !
Inspiring me as you without wings swiftly aviate.
Fortunately you have a flying glance at this amazed beauty of the earth.
Give me one chance some another day.
Move me away, Take me away !
People will greet me, when myself Joe will be lime lighting in the sky.
Viewing the artistic magnifying creativity, beautified by arduous earthborn
mortalizing persona‘s.
my itchy feet, move me away, Take me away !
screaking high, conveying regards to almighty and pray for celestial peace.
Ohhh my spice jet please take me high.
For the god‘s sake make me fly.
Take me away or else I will die !
By,
Madhavi
When I look at the charred plasma
of a bare knuckled wind
I forget yellow
I forget the smeared tone
of skunk cabbage
rising through fog and mulch
or how in Chiang Mai
the river at sunset
transforms a blistered heat
into the stippled gold of temple lamps
After the grey scuttle of urban hours
there is a yellowed drizzle
of twilight in any city
when a chill haze of evaporation
hangs gleaming and electric
I see the mottled leaf of autumn
how gold seeps through
its flamboyant carnage
away from the ruby panic
of fledgling mouths
or the crimsoned wounds of flowers
I seek a tint
an irreducible essence
a yellow, not oxidize like blood
in the light of day
In Asgard, kingdom of the mighty God Odin
A place awaits all battle fallen warrior heroes
It's in Valhalla where there is endless feasting
And an ending of all griefs and sorrows
The Valkyries, Odin's warrior daughters
Carry the fallen heroes from the battlefield
To Valhalla to join other fallen warriors
Where they are restored to life fully healed
Each day the warriors fight on Asgard's plain
Their battle skills to sharpen and maintain
Every evening wounds and injuries they sustain
Are healed and each warrior made whole again
They dine on liquor and fresh cooked meat
That is always in great abundance for all
Providing a delicious gourmet treat
At Odin's banquet in Valhalla's dining hall
July 18, 2014
Addition:
Here is the poem which aroused my childhood interest in the Vikings, and to
which I referred in my reply to Shadow. I would like to share it with others.
It is "The Sea King's Burial" by Charles Mackay. It recalls the days when a
Viking chief died and his body was placed in a boat. The vessel with full sail
set and a fire lighted, was then sent drifting out to sea. It is a long poem so I
am only quoting the first and last verses:
My strength is failing fast
(Said the sea-king to his men).
I shall never sail the seas
Like a conqueror again,
But while yet a drop remains
Of the life-blood in my veins
Raise, oh, raise me from my bed,
Put the crown upon my head,
Put my good sword in my hand,
And so lead me to the strand,
Where my ship at anchor rides
Steadily;
If I cannot end my life
In the crimsoned battle-strife
Let me die as I have lived,
On the sea.
.......................................
Once alone a cry arose,
Half of anguish, half of pride,
As he sprang upon his feet,
With the flames on every side.
"I am coming! " said the king,
Where the swords and bucklers ring,
Where the warrior lives again,
Where the souls of mighty men
And the weary find repose,
And the red wine ever flows,
I am coming, great -All-Father,
Unto thee!
Unto Odin, unto Thor,
And the strong, true hearts of yore:
I am coming to Valhalla
O'er the sea."
http://www.rampantscotland.com/poetry/blpoems_seaking.htm
When I look at the charred plasma
of a bare knuckled wind
I forget the ardor of yellow.
Then I recall the smeared tones
of skunk cabbage
rising through haze and mizzle,
or how in the Far East
the river at sunset
transforms a blistered heat
into the stippled gold of temple lamps.
After the grey scuttle of urban hours
there’s a yellowed drizzle
of twilight in any city
when a chill brume of evaporation
hangs gleaming and electric.
I see the mottled leaf of autumn
how gold seeps through
its flamboyant carnage.
Far away from the ruby panic
of fledgling mouths
or the crimsoned wounds of orchids,
I seek a tint, a gloaming yellow essence,
a sun-flowering at the of day.