The GOLIATH

In the Armageddon of death,

An unprecedented war is on cards.

A game is gonna be played,

On the cemetery of peace.

The battle of sorts, as bewildering it’s gonna be,

Like a hurricane liquidating a desert.

A war between the king of heat and the knight of cold

But they fight with exchanged souls.

A desert is cold deep inside and

A hurricane is burning heat within.

On one side stands the reckless destroyer,

Sucking blood and being ruthless.

With the shining sword of devour,

The king of immense prowess.

This time the king will face him,

On the other side stands maverick of salvage.

The king of desert had enough heat and fire.

The hurricane bought the cold water, to kill it entire.

But the king fought back with a hellfire inferno,

Vaporizing the cold but suffered a deep dark burrow.

The battle was no longer a fight of force,

But the longed tangle of exchanged souls.

Heat was the symbol of persistence,

Cold is to be impulsive and break with lack of prudence.

“I came to you, challenging your commotion.

The ashes turning white, the fiery sand of destruction.

I had the exchanged soul and your ignorance had to bow,

My body would die I knew,

But I killed your soul.”

The god worshiped as fire lies dead and cold,

The white fiery sand turns gray cold ashes.

He took the battle on with symphony of valor,

Destroyed the god with false soul and exposed his color.

He showed the end to the deficiency of god,

And hence named, GOd LIberating ATHeist, the “GOLIATH”.

SAIL ON

How could he have been on this land,
Being in the world of abysmal pressure.
How could he have walked a million miles,
Finding the light of hope and pleasure.


He was all free, at his own will,
He could have flown world around.
He was never bogged down by the bait of gold.
Banal wasn’t his trait but trite yet,
To himself he became one treason.


He was just too lost.
He could find a way out.
He'll find a way out.


How could I have found,
The land which would bailout my hope.
Sailed the dark seas of high thrust
Without knowing where to go.


How could I have stopped,
Knowing, I got nowhere to go.
The hope that kept me on,
Was the belief of bright new dawn.


Those were the days, when he lost,
His feet, owing to a worthless dream.
Crushed in pain, due to the thrust,
He lost his mind to a hopeless realm.


Naive in belief, dumb in his deeds,
Millions of cries to long and expedite.
Tumbled from peak, but he stood on his feet
Burnt his temper while his patience was kidding.


But he would never give up.
On his feet he had to stand up.
He just stood up.


How could I have just crept on,
Showing no courage of a man.
Walked a million miles,
But I never let my hope go down.


How could I not succeed,
In finding land of hope and pleasure
The seas of pressure gave me a lesion,
That cured only when I sailed on.

Subtle

A pursuit begins, a journey starts,

It starts with a foul cry.

I don’t understand, if it’s a cry of joy

Or weep of a saddened toy.

Time advances, so does life.

A long journey or a sojourn is a thing to decide.

A string of time, we try to fill

With pearls of dreams, down the frill.

A battle lost is always lame,

A race won means a diamond’s fame

A boon is it when one’s on the grass,

A bane to find it’s less green than the class.

A pursuit as it began,

A race as it is, life is just to run

In the madness of headless minds

To hurt your feet and to crack down on the spikes.

Of all its hardness, with all its madness,

Life still has the beauty of amorousness.

A feeling that keeps one’s heart pumping,

A hope that keeps one’s life moving.

Love is what you need,

Care is what you want,

A dream to pursue and a will to run.

But then life is so hard that

It’s a chase against time to end up with no time.

When I look back at the end of the race,

I realize, I am lamer on my loss,

Than on the diamond’s fame.

I realize, when you want it, you don’t have it,

And when you have it, you don’t need it.

Life is just to lose time to win a race.

But then, at the end, I realized the rule of ebony

That life is such a “Subtle Irony”.

Latch, Lock and Lose

The merchant of fate, the trader of life,

Offered me a drop of honey someday.

The honey was sweet and I told him,

“I’m blessed to have such sweet honey”.

The merchant made me an offer.

Hard to resist was it.

He said I’d get a drop of the honey everyday

But, that’d be for a favor.

The merchant took me to a mansion.

The honey was housed in it.

It was a mansion of infinite honey,

My life’d be too short to consume it.

My job was now to be a lock.

A lock on the doors of honey mansion.

The return was a drop a day.

Given that I was guarding infinite every day.

I latched onto my job well.

I was happy with my reward,

Until the god of greed came to me.

He made me an offer; I had no chance to resist.

Greed god told me, I could be with

The queen of honey, the source of infinite honey.

I jumped onto the offer,

But he asked me for a favor.

The favor was to unlatch, to unlock

I had to betray the fortress, I had to steal the honey.

But the Greed got me and the queen left me.

Fool was I to not realize

That fate was the master of enterprise.

Greed was a test of character,

And I had to be the loser.

Fate made an offer, to latch, to lock.

Greed made an offer, to unlatch, to unlock.

I made a choice to have a drop every day,

Now I lose a chance to see my queen every single day.

The fate and his agent greed,

Had my test of life and the result

Was etched on my forehead,

“Latch, Lock and Lose”.

Amalgam

I was living dead, I was alone.

Empty was my life, heavy was my soul.

To my surprise, someday a present awaited at my doors.

I was delighted to see it.

It read, "to love with life”.

As the gift was unwrapped slowly,

I started losing spell 

And bound was my mouth.

An acute turnaround happened,

I realized that I found my life.

I started feeling delight in days,

I started feeling coolness of nights.

I shook off my dullness and shrugged off my lethargy,

Enthusiasm pumped in my heart,

I became mercurial.

The gift was ineffable,

The feeling I had was empyreal.

Exuberance of the experience I had,

Was inexpressible.

The lackluster in me was negated,

It polished me and I became lustrous as silver.

Beauty of life did I realize,

Mercurial did become my personality.

I shone like silver all over

My gift made a man out of me.

I need to submit myself,

As amalgam of enthusiasm and delight,

To what made me, “with love to life”.

Reflection

I am searching for a sinner

A sin he committed was to cheat his soul.

I need to punish him,

To give the dignity to self esteem, that it deserves.

The binocular of soul,

Captures your smallest sin.

The best scope you have

Is to surrender for reprieve.

A fool runs away from his soul's eyes,

Never reaches boundary till he dies.

He was confused, he was on the run,

A necessity to survive, sufficiency to find.

Commitment lacked in his will

To scale the mountains of the consummation.

Drained his respect for self into the gut,

He committed a sin.

The path of evil, crossed his run,

He double crossed his soul, to get the gun.

Shot himself but his body,

Shot at binocular, being nobody.

Bagful of sins, he is trying to hide,

Lost his pride to an egoist tide.

Searching was I for this person.

Rags were all he was left with,

Trying to escape form the eyes of his soul.

Falling apart with his sins

And running around with those bins.

I finally found him dead in a mirror,

He was nobody but my reflection.

Memories

Yet another day of wonderful thoughts,

Yet another night of sweet dreams,

Time just ticks away and we won’t know,

The catching up game we play,

Amidst the hysteresis of memories.


Time has no beginning and there can be no end,

We found time to be looping,

But it actually runs helical.

Time cannot have memory but creates some.

The lack of experience, the want to learn,

The dreams of future and books to burn.

Kicked the tensions aside and then we played,

The sun or the rains, we never cared.

Innocence was our character,

Friendship, we’d never give up.

Imagination had no limits,

Be it pranks or ranks.

Smile was a gift god gave us,

Our job was to spread.

We retired from the job,
And found ourselves wanting,
Out of the school and want of bread.


The joy we shared, the pranks we played,

To forgive, parents and teachers were always there.

Mistakes we did and we did learn,

The lessons of life and out on the run.

Innocence had its time reversed,

We grew up and it went down.

We made friends, went places,

The joy of adolescence was a different trial.

Initially, we were keen

Then, Different in teen,

And now, something to mean.

Time changed us, as always it’s been.

Cherish the moments, cos that’s all we have,

Remember the memories, cos that’s what we can.

The moments we gathered from our time,

We cannot go back there,

Save them in the memories,

And play them on the mind’s screen,

At the end of the day.