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I have this little book
where I write for you.
A small part of us
I keep locked away,
hidden from the world.


 

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Secrets to Carry

Myriad colors and faces in the crowd,

Thoughts, dreams and wishes echoing loud

Find the man most glad, he’s stark,

For he hides a secret most dark.


 

Flashback Friday! This was first posted on my blog in July 2016 and received mixed reactions from the ‘crowd’. Because it is a little dark, it seems like a twisted quartet. But the thought behind it is actually the common thread that binds us all today – that we carry deep secrets within us and yet be social, pretend to be happy and hide behind our smiles to appear normal. If you believe another interpretation of it is valid, I’d love to know.

Wise Words Wednesday 18.7.18

Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain… To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices – today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.

Kevyn Aucoin


Something cool about the date today, and feeling positive 🙂

Raging Battles (Flashback Friday)

A young girl walks bare feet,
Amongst the gunpowder and debris,
She looks at the bloody bodies, now covered,
She mourns deeply for her beloved.

The world was such an empty place before,
Then came her prince-on-the-white-horse to the fore,
They shared a bond that could last forevermore
The world wasn’t so empty anymore.

He was a soldier of the state,
Serving the country was his fate,
He loved his girl and his nation,
He was his country’s true citizen.

They walked the lush gardens hand-in-hand,
They scoured for shells in the golden sand,
They ran gleefully in the rain,
They were not aware of the upcoming pain.

One day, he got called for his duty,
He was called to serve at the front;
They were taught to show no pity,
The enemy had to face the brunt.

The girl was left alone to ponder,
The state of her lover she often wondered;
She passed her days lying in wait,
She couldn’t leave everything in the hands of fate.

She heard the radio day and night,
Heard the horrific results of the fight;
They often recounted the names of the dead,
With worry did her forehead always sweat.

He called one day, “How are you, my love?”
“Lying in your wait”, she only sobbed.
He told her of his friends’ death,
She only said that she was sitting with awaited breath.

He recounted the booms of the guns, the missiles, the bodies,
He told her how they had to live as a quarry;
He said he was proud to fight,
He said he was content he was right.
Though the barrels made him shiver,
He had always the strength-filled quiver.

She longed to see him day & night,
She heard from them one twilight,
He had been martyred by the enemy’s cannon,
“He was our bravest soldier”, said the Captain.

Her heart burst with paramount grief,
Battles raged in her heart as on the streets;
“How ironical”, she thought grimly of her loss,
That it should come at a time after their country had won.

She walked then between the gunpowder and debris,
She now only felt the thorns of the roses, on her feet;
Come and see the blood in the streets, her heart cried
Come and see the blood in the streets!
Come and see the
blood in the streets!!


In lieu of completing three years of blogging, today’s Flashback Friday is the first original poetry I posted on the blog. Raging Battles, this poem has won me two awards, lots of appreciation from family and tons of impressed/bewildered looks from my friends. In simple terms, I love it! And as it is Flashback Friday, I couldn’t wait for the opportunity to post it yet again 😛

 Image Credits: Wallpaper-House

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