I am worried
I am in despair
I am tensed
I am in low spirits
My song sounded melancholic
My thought turned pessimistic
My emotion became lifeless
My life seemed purposeless
My heart lost its rhythm
Cold shivers rippled my blood
My pulse missed its beat
Vacuum nested every nerve of my head.
I started my journey from somewhere to reach nowhere
I found myself toiling in the sands of dreary nightmare
I continued my cruise on the shoreless ocean
Searching for a home in an unknown destination
Life seemed to be a battlefield and I transformed into a weaponless warrior
Fighting with an unknown enemy for a mysterious reason
Tears were racing with the valley of blood
Anguish supplanted the graveness of a flash flood
Having fed with very little hope of survival
I gravely waited for the life's arrival.
Sailing unchaperoned in the gigantic world,
I realised that life is a personalized game and the triumph embosoms the unflinching souls.
Categories:
weaponless, life,
Form: Rhyme
Grandma, did you see the lady in the water? Who
Is she? Where does she come from? Why was
She white?
Oh! Goodness you must be breathless.
All those questions child you are a delight.
I will enlight
After I pull this from my mind which has a lot
Of bookishness.
Grandma, did you see the lady in the water? Who
Is she? Where does she come from? Why was
She white.
Her name is Coventina, she's a Celtic water white
Goddess.
All those questions child you are a delight.
She was around when there were knights
And was a sorceress.
Grandma, did you see the lady in the water? Who
Is she? Where does she come from? Why was
She white?
Here is something that will shed some light.
Coventina is the lady of the lake who gave King
Arthur his sword so he wouldn't be weaponless.
All those questions child you are a delight.
I would suggest you read about Camelot,
King Arthur, the round table and write
A short story. Oh! Grandma. Get going. This is
So your experience won't be meaningless.
Grandma, did you see the lady in the water? Who
Is she? Where does she come from? Why was
She white?
All those questions child you are a delight.
Categories:
weaponless, adventure, childhood, education, fantasy,
Form: Villanelle
(Written During The American Attacks On Afghanistan From The Arabian Sea)
O! The heartless callous warriors,
The children of the crowning age,
You do not see the havoc,
For you stand at the distant spot,
More than two thousand miles away,
Planning against the weaponless;
But your lacerating missiles and shells,
Miss not the targets,
They hail down on us smashing,
Blowing up the houses,
And thatched cottages with their contents,
Let, allow me bury, put in the ground,
My infant grandson that lay motionless,
In the cradle, all shredded, torn up,
Still gripping tight in his hand,
A baby doll with blue eyes and rosy cheeks,
Sprinkled with blood too.
Categories:
weaponless, death, sad, war, Grandson,
Form: Prose Poetry
As the fires raged across our shores,
And the enemy is breaking down our doors.
Hell and havoc, the likes this country has never seen before,
Blood, chaos, and confusion struck what we once held sacred is no more.
Jihad, Jihad was their battle cry,
They said talking was over it was time for the infidels to die.
Here we stood weaponless not able to defend our own home or the values we had known,
After the government passed that gun control law and made them illegal to own.
Most families had took to the hills,
Those that stayed behind were either captured or killed.
Radio and television stations were the first things they took,
Wiping out our communications was the first priority taken from their book.
Out of hatred our churches were burned and their ministers slain,
Hell and destruction came sweeping rapidly across our prairies to our plains.
It came so fast they captured our bases and our leaders without hardly a fuss,
As I watched a neighbor gunned down as he raised his fist and started to cuss.
Now the bullets are flying around me as I run as fast as I can go,
Then I awake sweaty and scared another bad dream don’t you know?
Categories:
weaponless, angst, confusion, death, family,
Form: Verse
Solitude
A seagull’s cry across a beach.
Loneliness
Flowers out of arm’s reach.
Fear
A noise without a face
Frustration
A courtroom without a case.
Anger
Heat consuming fuel
Confusion
Weaponless duel.
Acceptance
You are you and I am me.
Love
Two become one,
One is now we
Categories:
weaponless, imagination,
Form: I do not know?