The Trooper.

But often he is lying alone,
in the shadows of the crumbling wall.

Lost in the trackless jungle of his pain.
He clutches the pitiless red earth in vain
and whimpers like a stricken animal.
The world doesn't favour him.
But he isn't the one accepts anything below his bar.
With the taste of defeat still lingering on his tongue,
 he holds his injured arm,
which bleeds not just blood but the song of his courage.
He makes his way towards the light at the end of the tunnel. Again.
Because he may not be the one who wins every war.
He's not the ruler of his fate.

But he also isn't the one who's been taught to give up on his dreams.

Keep Dreaming!

Picture Perfect?

 It's surprising how I've learnt to live without you.
I look at our pictures and it strikes me;
that smile,
which used to make my tummy cartwheel
no longer has the same effects.
those eyes,
which seem to look deep inside my soul
no longer do.
that warmth,
which I used to feel, even if you were not there,
turned into waves of coldness.
the emotions I used to feel,
are numb.
The person beside me in those pictures,
I no longer recognise him.
Our picture is just a picture now, not the
masterpiece I used to think it was.
And the people in the pictures,
they are no longer the same.
Photographs do not change, people do.


Keep Dreaming!

Destruction in disguise.

I'm the silence after a talk.
I'm satisfaction.
I'm the ocean which wears away the sand.
I'm anarchy.
I'm the air of the atmosphere, which
either breaks havoc or nourishes.
I'm naissance.
I'm the cream in your coffee.
I'm improvement.
I'm the cherry on top of the cake.
I'm the best part.
I'm the first rays of Sun, giving light to the world.
I'm the statue of hope.
But most importantly,
I'm a women.
I can be the glue.
Or destruction in disguise.

Keep Dreaming!