Portraits

Love is the sand etched words
Drenched in thoughts of Seagull cry
Where the Ocean lies down to sleep
And beach kisses her foam-laced skirt.

Pain is the Ten Watt feeble light
And its one swarm lovelorn moths
The passion that wakes at purple dusk
And fails to burn to end of night.

Kiss is dew on half closed buds
And forest-fire on summer night
Seagull cry on a purple dusk
And thoughts of those sand etched words.

A Soldier Never Dies

I’m on the edge of suicide
Waiting for life
To flash past my eyes.
Instead I hear a voice
‘A soldier never dies’.
‘I am tired, I seek no adventure’
A fatigued voice replies.

For sure, no past flashes by
All I taste is irony in the air
Mocking my fatigue and despair
If life is your war
Nothing is fair.
It doesn’t end just coz you want it to
Try ruining it
All you destroy is you.

The only option is not to give up the fight
Coz, martyr in the battle may be
A soldier never dies.

Some Mornings

Your smile touches my eyes
When the curtains of rays
Drop down on night
When I brush away
The tendrils of sleep
I wrap in your scent
And inhale deep

What we feel
When you wake up next to me
Let’s say its magic
And let it just be
Let’s not name this
And set us free.