Umbellicose

How is it that you’re so young and still want to live life?
You have breaths in abundance.
Aren’t you afraid of the world, so cruel?
Well I am.
So I hope that you wont mind when I try and kill you later.
But before that let me tell you everything about life.
Dreaming doesn’t help you in reality.

Overcome, compel

The streets light up and the birds swing by,
disregarding an awaiting smile.

Scattered thoughts, woven together;
a voice that was lost for a while.

Jigsaw pieces glued together,
salvage emotions that refuse to linger.

Extinct dreams haunt, a sleepless night
Visions of the future, depend on replies.

The moody ocean, now a hostile friend.
Her muted complaints, backdrop the sky.

Retracing emotions; now unknown,
Mocking silhouettes of that wasted night.

Pulling possessions, a little closer
the blinking light, brings melancholy by.

This petrified soul of mine,
frantically searching
for a song,
all this while.

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With a slight tinge of red.

And yet she rises from within the pyre

Sacred yet joyous, an enigma meant for me,

A curious aura, calms & settles all storms.

Retreat and Surrender

An unwilling soldier in the middle of a fight
Gun powder sprayed from either side.
Those with the most dead, had won
They offered me a spear, a woman to call my own.
The rebels stood lifeless: their free spirits tried to run
Moved to new shelters, to keep their songs alive.

A heavy voice spoke right in to my mind.
“Someone console my wife;
Tell her, this is not the time,
To break down and cry, turn a blind eye!
Keep her pride, cast fear aside
promise me this, before I die.”