The Proud King
His subjects lived in misery
He did not bother for their plight
‘Can’t drink water, drink wine’
He shunted misery out of sight
Category: Literature
stories, novels, biography, poetry, from-the-past
Tormentor
Sulo looked at Surya and kissed him. “Look, forget whatever happened. Have faith in God. Do only good to others.”
Surya innocently nodded his head. “Surya, don’t ever tell anyone about this incident. You have committed a mistake that can never be rectified.”
Surya was in tears and hugged Sulo. “I am alright Amma. I feel much better now. You go to work Amma. I will never do anything that will upset you.”
The Vanquished
While the good and honourable abjectly fail.
Even perseverance may not yield much,
Endurance too many fail the test-
Your knife heart will cry aloud
But will cry alone, stunned as you’re by the rest.
I pray for you so that such quirks of fate
You do not have to ever fend,
Erratic
When you feel me the way I’m ,
You’ll find a dark blank passage, you’ve to find my love beneath the drenched wings of the bird that lost its nest!
That’s the right way you’ll find my love for you,untouched, preserved!!
Granduer
That long four years, not even so long,
Meanwhile, so many Springs, Winters ,Summers stepped in,
Autumns shredded leaves, they dispersed,
loved to touch its grandeur,
Rains touched its height and felt honoured,
tapping day and night over its canopy !
Deity of Courage
Bomb threat was there, but she was dare enough not to desert her only shelter, she was preparing her only son to serve as an officer of Indian Army.
She held her head high to bring up her child when her husband’s body was brought to her in coffin box.
How she possessed her brave spirit when her only earning husband welcomed martyr’s death, she couldn’t forget till date.
Carole
I didn’t read anyone, neither did I write for,
May be I’m lunatic much to read him more!
Often we burst in anger upon each other silently,
Often we caress with all our showers that’s seen by none!
I Still Exist!
Now, I hold immense pleasure
with the silence, that spread
over my town, no one is there
to eye on my bruises, I’ve closed
all the possible doors from which
chaos may enter into my ruined home.
Ode to Soulmate
The scent of flowers from all around
Touched my soul to set it free.
The madness yonder spread afar
Till they meet the bending sky-
The hanging firmament looks at me
Like a just- wed bride, quite and shy.
Move On
By now, the sight of his house was far away as they neared the place of their new Society premises where preparations for housewarming ceremony was in full swing. Surya had a deep sigh. He looked at the crushed coins that he had kept with him. He could hear the sounds of the Goods train passing by crushing the coins and going far away out of sight. He threw the coins away and proceeded to embrace the further chapters of his life. It was time to permanently move on from this chapter of his life. Forgetfulness is the biggest gift given by the Almighty to mankind, he thought. Else everyone would have got mad with their guilt and dark secrets. Surya had a radiant smile and lifted his daughter Swara as they moved their way into the new flat.