Last Call

I hear us in my empty mind,
Sixty nights have passed,
Waiting,just like our first.
I stare at these walls ,
They are closing in now,
Fear,What we have will suffocate.
You'll be the silent murderer.
Now is the time ,
Come back,
Lets save it All.

When it is the end ,
Nor you or me will turn back.
Months turning to Years.
You and I will stand cold.
What is gonna hurt,is being so dense.
Letting time glide.
Come back,
There is time,
Lets save it All.

Trifle Pride!!

What more can you seek,
Hearts that cheered,
Arms That comforted,
And the sunshine smiles..
Only to the hours of confusion ,
All can be lost.
Hours of joy that sped by,
Remained in the memories.
The sweet  togetherness
Turning distant as stars..

What came out of the Scuffle,
Were tears and weekend bonds..
For matters so risible..
Fatuous is to lose those hands,
That cared and loved..
To let it all wash away..
While hanging to our Trifle pride!!

Two Friends

We stood there once laughing..
Talking things that dint matter...
Falling back on each other...
When people envied what we had..
We were kids Then ..
Away from the scrutinizing world..
and the... We grew up...
Judged everything we said...
Cared too much by now..
Looked over fights..
Tickled worries away..
Bonded stronger than ever..



But, to loose it all in a moment..
To be there not as shoulders of comfort..
But a tear in each others eye..
Watching the distance grow..
As we turned away from each other..
What is to happen is not important,
All that matters,
Is To Hold On!!.

Faith...

 

In desperate hours,
When men stood by walls,
The gallant fought for the nations pride,
Women wailed for the Daring.


Sitting on the porch,
She Hoped to trace his footsteps,
As she watched the rain wash away,
The fading memory that remained
Was to watch her man leave th gates,
He had left her arms,
To join the Rest,
Who pledged to serve their land.

For hours she sat,
Her silent weeps Cradled her,
Troubled thoughts of her man,
Age yoked in the merciless battle.


Alas!! On that ghastly day,
The Bugle of death echoed the streets.


The blushed cheeks, edged with grief.
As her little one cried an innocent laugh,
Her smile veiled the lamenting heart.


Times had changed,
The brave had bled.
As the land was freed,
The child's innocence promised a new world....