Date : Oct. 28, 2014

Some Place Else
Some place else, it was a rain of water,
Some place else, it was scent of the wet mud,
Some place else, there were heart warming courage,
Some place else, all some place else.

I will repeat words, again and again,
So they pierce into the clogged minds,
Of soulless human, who talks with civility,
And crushes man like insects, with war.

This world of mine, where sun is shy,
To cut through the gloom of that Man's eye,
And reach to me the insect, of pitiable life,
But still a life to be lived.

My words may crumble under the burning souls,
But I will speak, my insect language,
And I promise we will crawl from between the rubbles,
Of blood and gore, and destroy this place,
Along with that Man, who talks with civility,
And wages war.

Posted by Abhilash Nanda at 2:57 p.m.

Date : Sept. 22, 2014

Long Walk
And when the dust settled,
He saw past the road,
There stood a lean figure of disappointment,
One of defeats and woes.

Their eyes met and hearts collided,
Where a sense of dismay resided,
And when tears unfurled,
A numb pair of legs guided.

An embrace of surety,
Is what a heart needs,
Not the past not the future,
But for a happy present it heeds.

And so she was hugged in arms with fervor,
One with the peace and calm she revere,
She had now found her other half,
All what was left was only a long walk.

Posted by Abhilash Nanda at 8:40 a.m.

Date : Sept. 21, 2014

The Walker
And hence I walked,
Following the path,
Layed down by the wind,
Of a unforgettable harrowing past.

Each step a hell,
Like glasses piercing skin,
Reminding the fights between,
A selfish man and a selfless queen.

Long days and long nights,
Hardly make a difference,
For a body wet in rain,
Of patience and of pain.

An endless path also ends,
When the walker decides to stop,
But a betrayed heart, less of a walker,
More of a pursuer, with limitless pain,
Only reaches the end,
Of its own.

Posted by Abhilash Nanda at 8:37 a.m.

Date : July 26, 2014

Change
Change,
The Dark ones,
Sprawl out of sins,
Leave a morgue of principles,
Strolling on the path,
Of darkness.

Light,
Sublimating with it's shadow,
Becomes one,
Tire out,
To ever separate.

Creatures,
Inhabiting the depths,
Suddenly thrown onto placid void,
Suffocate,
But never die.

Men,
Bearing knowledge of a world,
That no longer exists,
With life plenty,
Merely survive thereafter.

Posted by Abhilash Nanda at 11:29 p.m.

Date : April 5, 2014

Free
Flight like a leaf,
Gliding along the wind,
Going places, seeing life,
Everything around,
Yet not content.

Storms brew amid control,
Storms in mind that don't glide,
They fly in directions of heart,
Creating ephemeral conflicts,
But these storms wither as soon as,
Eyes open.

The hearts to create storms and sustain,
Do not beat with enough force,
And so taken wherever,
The wind wants to,
While tears roll, making the wind heavy.

The art of control, makes us weak,
Makes us strong, depends on our place of standing,
And the moment wings are discovered,
Storms are created, flight becomes flight,
Unlike a leaf, but like a bird.
Free.

Posted by Abhilash Nanda at 4:13 p.m.