So you know what the trident originally meant?
The shadows behind the light
The world once bright with open skies
Now clouded over, filled with sighs
A creeping dusk, a quiet din,
A storm that rises deep within.
Words once kind now cut and bruise,
The light of hope begins to lose.
A bitter taste in every breath,
As fear and anger whisper death.
The laughter fades, replaced with doubt,
We tear each other, drag them out.
Opinions clash, with no regard,
For all the wounds we’ve left unmarred.
The earth, it trembles, worn and torn,
As hearts grow cold, spirits worn.
Neglect has found a fertile home
As trust and love no longer roam.
But in the dark, a flicker still,
A spark, a voice, a quiet will.
If we unite and seek the light, We may, together, end the fight.
For shadows thrive where hearts divide,
But hope will rise when love’s our guide.
TERROR
So ‘Arise, awake’ to a goal of brotherhood
Welcome the bonds of Amity
For a morrow of Peace and Eternal Spirituality .
‘OM SHANTI , SHANTI , SHANTI HI! ‘
FEAR
Laughter they say is the best medicine
Crying to release tension is not a sin!
Live Life to the fullest –
Conquer your fears –
Let there be no regrets, no unshed tears.
Hold your head high, without a sigh,
Stride forward in the coming years.
THE ARMY MAN
The average age of the Army Man is 23 years.
He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who,
under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy.
Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer in the capital of his country, but old enough to die for his country.
Poetic response (to Nirmala) (in lighter vein – on turning 60)
No fear of judgment, but total understanding and empathy
Not indifference or apathy.
If we have touched some chord
With our narration
It is more than sufficient remuneration,
If the Flock we could regale
With our “Turning 60” tale.
Cheers to Friendship and a Happy Life
Minus Problems, or any form of strife!
Break of Dawn
Dusk — who was listening to Dawn all the while,
Began to speak in a misty style;
What about those who have been waiting all night ;
Hoping to get your bright and warm sight?
Dusk beamed at Dawn,
And smilingly she said
I loose my identity to see you rise
You tend to forget that in your despise,
Childhood Now & Then!
(A poem written while travelling on Steel Express) Gone are those days of innocent wonder, playing with friends on holidays, doll’s wedding with granny’s made…