Passion

Passion – a dominating force.

The sole path escorting through Eternity

Sorrow or bliss credits the global Fraternity

Life’s a cheese cake; yet intricate to enjoy

Beating eggs, whisking flour and freaking sounds annoy

Love cradles my soul; suffering cuddles me

Is there any way out- any pending fee?

I swallow my breath collapsing in the soil

Inviting death after the long-termed toil

My soul enthralls my presence on this transitory abode

Passwords encrypted yet the accomplishments to decode

Passion to survive binds me training for the perilous flight

I crossed the stony beds, thorny deserts and mighty oceans; alas! My bare sight!

Blood implies the ending of my expedition

I lay back saddling my soul with the fire of ambition

Advertisements

The Union Carriers

WE ARE ONE” – the voice conquers the WORLD

Wrecked remains of a colossal mass,
Animals slaughtered in the fields grazing grass.
Hearts captive in a fist, ALAS,
A short expedition deliberated, yet to pass.

“WE ARE ONE” was their ultimate voice,
The union of strong and weak with no choice,
Applauding each other, they willingly rejoice,
Darting like arrows from bows, they hustled bustled and created noise.

They screamed out loud, they held hands,
They laughed, they giggled, they would understand,
They fought, they opposed, they gave up their lands,
They rose up high, they took a stand.

Hands clasped pretending to be barriers,
Defeated the swiftness of rivers, the UNION CARRIERS,
Thawed the glaciers, cramped the mountains, emerged as the gallant warriors,
Paced with the winds, illuminated like the glowing chandeliers.

One shell that destroyed their years struggle,
One hand that thrashed their lives forever.
One moment that exhaled poison to juggle,
One name that stabbed their present with the dagger.

Life’s miserable but their steps remained steadfast,
Life’s a curse but a hope of blessing at last,
Life’s a caravan but the Heaven is vast,
Life’s a conjecture, hope to revolutionize the past.

I stood weak envisaging the battlefield in words,
Tears rinsing the blood coated swords.
Almighty exists, thus no worldly Lords,
I embraced the eternal sleep, frail as a cord