THE BATTLE CRY

On a dark and gloomy night,
the clouds wept in agony and wailed in distress...
The tears of clouds were starting to flood and everybody's spirits were low,
However, the bold hearts were still bold and were still protecting the souls of the loving land,
to which, they all belonged...

With the angry thunder of clouds there was another thunder...
which made the bold soul's heart stop.
it was not a volcano, not an earthquake not a landslide neither the thunder of clouds,
It was a gunfire which thundered with the clouds...

It was the night of immense bloodshed...

The bold were fighting back hard, fighting with every bullet which came to puncture their bold heart..


every bullet on a bold heart,
was a bullet on bravery, selflessness and willpower,
many lives were lost,
not just any lives but the lives of the bold...

Finally,
the bold were never defeated and never will be...
but were sent to doors of heaven...
they knew that goodness would always win...
so they rested in peace...

But as for the people, every person of that beautiful land remembered...

on a dark and gloomy night...
the guns roared and the bold wailed.

 

DAY🌞 or NIGHT🌑

 

It is said darkness is the precursor of light…

But it gives you a chance to fight for your right…

 

The sun shall rise and the moon shall bow

That’s when one’s life shall glow…

 

Dark and Bright are not just mere happenings:

Each is a fresh start a new beginning…

 

To make you brighter…and bring out the shine

 That was within you the whole entire time…

 

 Hope is what that keeps us sane…

I try to engrave that in my brain…

 

I long for light to brighten my life…

A life of light may suffice…

 

But Oh! My dear friend… darkness is a blessing in disguise…

Only Dark has the power to make you rise…

 

Darkness will give you sight…

But light will make you lose insight …

 

The dark will allow you to prove you worth

After some time with light all around your eyes shall hurt.

 

Light shall make you blind to other’s plight

Selfishness shall reach its height…

 

This world shall neither end in fire… nor ice

ONLY light ALONE may suffice…

 

That is why there is day and night

To balance the system just right…

 

“May there always be light” is not a blessing but a curse…

Rather…“May you overcome darkness with positive force…”

 

---------------------------Written by a soul in the quest for light…

 

 

 

The Mystery of Space

A land of celestial matter,

with heavenly bodies beautifully scattered.

A mystery which is yet to be uncovered,

Wonderful secrets are still covered.

Full of light but still very dusky,

with uncommon entities like a freshwater muskie.

Lies a scientific world of stars.

 looking like illuminated holiday cars.

There is still a lot to be found,

 but we are progressing with leaps and bounds.

Space is what we call it,

it is a mysterious land ,we have to admit.

All stars walking in a particular orbit,

stars seeming as if beads on a carpet.

The beauty of this land is boundless,

with a million planets strange and countless.

The rays of heaven!!

The golden light of heaven gleams above hopes,
So confident and strong without the help of ropes!

Standing above the Earth nourishing every soul,
So innocent and cute as if a new born foal!

It stands in the center igniting all ideas!
Providing light and sunshine in all areas!

Oh! people of heaven I'm the sun who shines,
Uh!I can't speak but I can mime!

I burn all negativity that comes near,
I'm the one who burns all fear!

I'm the supreme fire ball,
I stand with goodness and positivity broad and tall!

Glimmer of hope!

As darkness falls ,
For brightness each soul calls!

Listening to the soul's fear,
The moon rises and darkness tears!

Extracting away fear from the roots,
Satisfied the owl hoots!

The silver rays gleam in the sky,
So mysterious and so shy!

"Help"lost travellers say,
And the silver ball shows them the way!

Oh! where's the moon people cry on the day of new moon,
But with hope people say"the moon will come soon ,very soon!

PUPPET'S FATE

Why  strings are tied when we have feet,
we work hard but humans get the treat.


Our puppeteers make us do a silly action,
and we get credit less than a fraction.


We are kept in a box made of wood,
we would have broken our strings if we could.


People say"ha ha!! see that puppet is so funny."
and we bring the puppeteer's hard earned money.


"why tied..." is on our lips 
and we don't know why we dance on puppeteer's finger tips.


Break these strings and set us free,
and we'll pray that you always glee!!!