i am lost in the horizon, sometimes in the old town. but nothing stops me from wandering or pondering. armed with lens, back pack, a blurry but enchanting vision backed with passion. i cross borders, climb roofs to capture those moments, or just to feel captured by the moment.
Lacking a brick pile With no flag or file Not in memory of folks Are the perished ones. Droplets of their blood of the unsung heroes blessed by the sun, blooms With a golden hue. Among green and blue From the hell as cue. Gulmohar The unsung hero’s tomb. Look at me, agitated Listen to me, aggravated. Shouting their stories For what they died citing their might all their times fights for our lives rights, even the city lights. How they broke The world of silence Wrote. Drew. Taught the world to fair fight. But in the honks and sobs Of buses and mob Deafened by music, are Blinded in speed of existence. Saddened they dive Into bosom of earth Moksha . Others, Crushed by a tyre or Carried away by a sole But that's the thing With unsung heroes ghosts. From hell they bloom Their droplets of blood As Gulmohar The unsung heroes tomb For they have something to say.
todayS took everything from me, tomorrowS expected too much from me. yesterdayS refused to come back to me i winded my time machine i skipped to someday ... but someday is a dangerous day it never came. everything kept for someday too never came.
...for those men out there, standing, fallen or forgotten... Victory is not the goal Still fight has become the core Of days and of nights No armour but knights Not that i am brave But scared of the grave Alert as a little bird Cant trust anybody’s word Scared to drop the guard Scared to leave the sword Even the dogs bark, shadow Nights, mirror or lanes narrow Living engulfed in fear Wounds and Loss of peer Without friend, without aid Sharpening the blade For an enemy never known Hallucinations and sickness born Killing my men more than the war Blood, till where sight...
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