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The War Saga

Shedding blood is not a scathe,
Saving people is not a salvage,
Ruining kingdom is not an outrage,
War, as they say – is fine to indulge,
Putting lives to mortgage.

I have seen war – fear in her eyes –
Clinching onto life to survive,
And he is dauntlessly plunging to die;
She – the commoner,
And he – the soldier
Bound together
By strings of a common entity, called war.

Who would save them all?
A messiah, a patriarch
Or a gallant vandal!
A pioneer, a pathfinder,
Or a brave heart leader
Who would hinder,
The rampant ravage and rancour?
Who would emerge from the oblivion, 
To set ablaze the ordnance?



A war would begin, -
Billions and trillions of people to entwine
A war would thrive –
And people would strive,
To survive
A war would end,
With irreparable losses,
Hard to amend –
To vanquish foes, you’d lose more friends,
To bring cheer,
You’d shed more tears
To save lives,
You’d compel many more to die –
And that’s how a war would leave you,
With many hues and cry,
Sparing not a moment to repent;
You would try,
To breath a careless sigh –
But memories would never faint;
And the war – heroes would be gone,
To scaffold you,
In a safe sojourn –
Never to be born again.

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Some Words Go Unsaid and Unheard

Ears would never hear
Eyes would never see
How a heart soaks in tears
When lips smile in glee
Mind would never decipher
How a surge of unfathomed fear
Can disrupt a plethora of harmony
Even if the soul departs from the body
Tongue would never utter a sheer
Word of agony.

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Jingle of a Single

I may be single,
But I am neither ready to mingle,
Nor sing romantic jingles.

I may be a fool,
But I am neither ready to lose my cool,
Nor dive in the precarious pool.

I may be a nerd,
But I am neither ready to die hard,
Nor get scared.

I may be a stupid,
But I am neither ready to be duped by the Cupid,
Nor for prosperity rush rapid.

I may be a nut,
But I am neither ready to lose my chivalrous gut,
Nor be unscrupulous at heart.

I may be a dumb,
But I am neither ready to be soulfully numb,
Nor to greed and lust, succumb.

I may be unsmart,
But I am neither ready to cause someone any hurt,
Nor from truth stay apart.

I may be monotonous,
But I am neither ready not to be vivacious,
Nor be vicious.

I may be poor,
But I am neither ready to lose my sense of being pure,
Nor show my humanity the door.

I may be ugly,
But I am neither ready to stoop seeing people as lovely,
Nor lose my singlehood and choose not to be happy.

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Even If I Die the Child In Me Would Be Alive

How much you may think me to be
Gullible and Naïve
As long as the child in me 
Does survive 
I am alive.

My dreams may fly high 
But my ambitions never touch the sky
To my heart’s content I may smile and I may cry
Into my own life I may peek and pry
I can sleep solemnly to the tunes of a lullaby
As long as the child in me
Does survive 
I am alive.

On a green grassy carpet
I may peacefully lie
From the world full of deceit and tyranny
I may frantically shy
I may reach the age to naturally die
And to bid the world a final goodbye
But as long as the child in me
Does survive 
I am alive.

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When Likes Become Dislikes

I like the sky no more
As it gives me the limit to rise,
I like the night no more
As it shows me the darkness of human mind,
I like the sunlight no more 
As it shields my pitiful cry,
I like the wind no more
As it makes me feel to fly,
I like the hills no more
As it lures me to rise high,
I like the seas no more
As it pushes me for a deep dive,
I like the flowers no more 
As their hue makes me shy,
I like the earth no more
As it pulls me to shed a deep sigh,
I like the people no more
As I see jealousy in their eyes,
I like myself no more
As it stops me to bid this ugly world, a final goodbye.

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Real Dreams

A drop of rain rippled down my hair
A drop of blood oozed through my tear
I drenched in thoughts of uncanny fear
I closed my eyes with the vision of a seer
I wished to untrap tragedy behind a cheer

I wished to be a messiah of God
I wished to battle against all odd
I wished to propagate uncynical thought
I wished to cater people in times of need
Like a man of prowess shining in his deed

I opened my eyes to melt the barrier
Between what I am and what if I could have been a savior
All the heroism I portrayed in my fantasized sphere
I wish I could make them real
Like the drop of rain falling on my hair