The Fallen Heroes

Sound of the bugle

War!

Thundering vehicles

Soldiers march

Their legs rise and fall like a pendulum

Unwavering synchronization

They have bid goodbyes and kisses to loved ones

Motherland needs them more than us

Fueled with hatred for the opposition

March to protect

March to destroy evil

March to serve

But who is the winner?

The bullet shall decide

The number of caskets shall decide

The number of fallen heroes shall decide

Tears of mothers shall decide

Yearning of a widow shall decide.

Note: for http://dversepoets.com/2012/05/28/memorial-day-poetry-prompt/

I walk on you

Broken with cracks

Cars, buses and scooters run on you

You endure

And make sure

That we reach where we want to

We snarl and create a fuss

The endless deafening honks, perhaps you are almost deaf now

O I forgot the curse

Still you endure

And make sure

Intelligent morons come and let you taste

What’s in their mouth

But you endure

I wonder what is the cure

Stitch their mouths and let you be pure

O road

You run long and with mind boggling turns

The scorching sun makes you strong

Wish I could feel that pain as you burn

And you endure

I bow to you

For you let me walk and run and jump.

Note: for http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.in/

prompt: the long and winding road.

O Bully!

Fleshless

I walk

You emerge and stalk

The stick comes handy

you like the sound as it hits my bones

sadistic melody – I name it

the sick symphony you play

O bully

O dear bully

Your sickness inspires many

As you entertain

And my pain becomes certain

Darkness has engulfed your heart

For you bullying is an art

Each time you come with tools

And make a fresh start

Fleshless I stand

Like an exhibit with wounds at display

Inflicted injuries are here to stay

I plead I beg but you fail to hear

Perhaps it is boiling wax in your ears

Deaf you stand and continue to practice your art

O bully

O dear bully

Hope I have satisfied that sick heart of yours.

Note: I am against bullying in school and college… was once a victim for being skinny… this is for http://poetryjaam.blogspot.in/2012/05/bully.html

Prompt: Bully

Life worth Loving

Grumble and moan

this heart, well a massive stone

situations get worse as I taste defeat

again

for me life might be a bitter treat today

but tomorrow stands right there

ready to become my today

pushed down a hundred times

I will get up, brush the dirt off

clench the fists

to fight again

with renewed vigor and determination

because it is my life

I choose and not left to be chosen.

Note: for One Single Impression (http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.in/)

prompt - In love with life

Haiku for Grace May 26, 2012

Calm like a mother

you taught me this enchanting art

my haiku mother.

(I dedicate this haiku to you Grace for you have taught me and at times corrected my haiku. I have never seen you but I know that we have a heart-to-heart bond like a mother and son.)

Joyous Haiku May 26, 2012

Sparkling eyes

as she looks at me

this is joy.

(for my dear niece Aarshia.)

The phone rings

happy news pour out

this is joy.

(for Shikha and Chunnu)

This heart is happy

her heart is all sunny now

this is joy for me.

(For Chunnu, the bravest kid I know.)

Meeting you

after a day's gap

absolute delight.

(for a great friend.)

She roams carelessly

as I watch her upbeat walk

blissful love.

(for the most beautiful girl I know.)

Liquid Life

The liquid boiled and gushed inside, its warm you know that
Flows ceaselessly, feeding every part
From dick to heart
Always finding ways to come out
To tell its story
Every time a new one
Creating a masterpiece, wherever it landed
Deep red, embracing the surface
Making them its own
It was yours always but
Now you are losing it
Drop by drop
It is not your slave anymore
Free. Out of your treacherous body
Leaving you cold and pale
Lifeless.