Dil to bachha hai ji.....!!..

He stands in silence
In the middle of nowhere..
Lost in sweet nothingness..in search of divinity..
The darkness wasnt his aide
nor was this emptiness his desire..
He didnt choose it ..

A boy had become a man this day..
the truth of life had been uncovered
an uncouth feeling drenched him
like the blissful rain
He had lost..something
somethin that he desired
that he had lived for
cherished in his dreams
and nurtured with his tears and sleepless nights
fathomless and cruel
destined to be grilled
in the mills of selfishness and insanity

this man had learnt a lot
someday gettin high meant on a swing
drinkin meant milk
love was mama's hug
dad's shoulder was the highest place on earth
his worst enemies were his siblings
the only thing that cud hurt was skinned knees
the only things broken were toys and knuckle bones
and goodbyes meant only till tomorrow..

See how time changes..

But still somewhere..lost within his existence
that small child yearns to come out
roam freely in the fields of delight
plucking happiness from trees
holding his dad's hand while crossing that busy street
cuddling up to mom for his chocolates and bedtime stories

somewhere
the innocence is still there
the desire still alive
there is still a child
deep down in his heart
somewhere

after all..
dil to bachha hai ji...

Confessions of a broken heart.....

This Trauma Is Colder than life...
But Then Where Would It End...
This rupture brought by your Knife Of Loving Sins...
Precocious With Life, Yet So Internally Lost Within...
Your hate Seeps Eternally On an Ahin Veil Of Skin...
I'm Sad,....,
Sad Like Butterflies Pinned To Cardboard Boxes...
Sad Like Books With Torn pages.., Ocean Shores Empty of Bathers...
I Am Sad Like Unfinished Stories... Where Would I go With All This..., yet To live Alone!.......

Till then i succumb to ur pain...,
Die in ur arms...,
Feel ur breath that one last time...,

Till I rise again...
Like a phoenix...
From the ashes...........

THE PLEDGE

Trained,pushed and tested....
In SWEAT...,
In BLOOD...,
Till all that is left is...,
HONOR, COURAGE
& COMMITMENT
to a BROTHERHOOD
& a FREEDOM
that no MAN,
can take away from US...,
through PAIN,
our STRENGTH grows...
and BATTLE,
our GLORY rises...
BORN, BRED...
for the days of WAR...
I am the INDIAN SOLDIER...
and FIGHTING is my DHARMA....