Month: August 2017

BLUE

BLUE

When blue was vibrant
And the taste craved was white currant
Giant desires insisted
To go overboard and be a tyrant

“What’s in the diet?”, questioned heart
Outraged Mind, so prepared a chart.
“No cheat day, anymore stud”
Designs were made for your fat to shunt
“How about we clinch and come to an alignment”
Little did they know about the upcoming arrangement
“Let’s choose the day when sky chooses blue”
Since it was an era when heaven bore every hue.
So Mind agreed, no reasons to be defiant
One day in a VIBGYOR week, was the new alliance
No one knew, why sky took a tweak
Ever since that day, blue was there—every day, every week
A Soldier’s verse

A Soldier’s verse

All the wounds in the world have healed
As I enter the place of light
Lucky are those who were barely alive
And oh-so-lucky who couldn’t made it through the night.

Guns and trenches when became our buddies
How we all laughed at our unfair injuries
“We now only pay for one shoe, Soldier!”
Shrieked a voice, teasing with a contagious laughter.

Those parties in our precious dungeons
Broken ribs, swollen eyes when cured with light punches
What we had lost, what we had gained
It was all in the pride of our nation

Holding the dangerous weapon in our hands
We had to pen down the words for the loved ones we had
“Always be happy. Do not cry”
while I sobbed, longing to see them one more time.

Keeping those letters to safeguard our souls
Let it not reach to the hands we hold
We will be back, find a way to home
And if not that,
“We all did great”, tell our moms.

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