Soldier's Peace

Depraved moans of wounded endlessly thrown,
Ripped by the death rattle,
Of never a soldiers battle.
In peace lie my dead.

With their kin safely tucked,
Politician for a war sucked,
Corporations wanting profits to soar,
Inventing killing machines how better to gore.

Why did the bigots dance?
Evoking passions for  children to lance.
Why did the masses got drunk on fiery wine?
To see the drawn blood of mine.

If you had cared or loved God,
This you should have stopped to prod.
Blind eyes with which humanity  chooses you to please,
You have only their faith to fleece.

I gave my young today, so they tomorrow could shine,
I am in your green forest dead: I am at peace,
Why at your doors they still flock?
Asking for more of my stock.
If you can God, give them the soldier's peace.



A poem by MS Jaswal. The poet, himself a soldier, says, "I have yet to meet one soldier who does not yearn for peace...he being at the forefront of death yearns for it the most....war mongers come in many hues from safety of their protected homes...even God is in cahoot sometimes one feels..."

Wish

On my life's trivial trails
I see graves dotted on my sails
Exploiting in me the man frail
Success or I did fail?

Wish the journey was along the flowery bed
Scents of roses and honey to spread
Wish the thorns and littered stones
Did not rattle my old bones.

Wish the dreams were san screams
Of  myself dead in a battle field
Wish the demons robbing my body
Got their blood sucked and not my toddy.

Wish the truth of me was simply seen
Not valued under the hidden reams
Wish the love I relentlessly showed
Had in music her mesmerized and swayed.

Wish I was a man as man to be
Not interpreted on lines berated
Wish I had done things always right
With much more force and might.

Wish I got a chance to live again
To undo all the negative gain
To reduce the excruciating pain
From the man in me so completely sane.


People often wish for another chance so that they could have done things better. This is a poem by my friend, MS Jaswal, who expresses similar thoughts in these lines.

Pain

suddenly

it is time to hear
it is time to say
it is time to enjoy
every single day...

it is time to share
it is time to pray
it is time honor life
for its beautiful sway...

if love weren't pure
if cares weren't true
would life be worth it
pain certainly teaches its due...

Sometimes it takes one to come to the brink to realize the importance of life and love.

The Lingering Touch

We were sitting in the garden
Sipping our warm afternoon tea
The winter sun softly shimmering
Cool breeze whispering by in glee...

I know not what we talked about
Or what discussions were due
I knew I was in good company
That I felt only with a special few....

She wouldnt take her eyes off me
Her smile charmed beyond memory
Contended I felt so much, so free
I wanted time still into history...

She slid off the chair even as I stared
Got up to her full height, straightened her hair
Suddenly she sprinted off to far away
I watched her racing towards the horizon at bay...

Unwilling to let go so easily of her
I raced my best even though I was no sprinter
I followed her though the lush green fields
The sky, the mountains stared along with the trees...

She ran and I followed her as fast as I could
Not letting out of sight her cream apparel or hood
How could someone move so gracefully, I wondered
My eyes feasted on her even as she furthered...

Suddenly, she stopped and looked at me
As if realizing that I was too close for her to flee
She held my hand and lovingly touched my face
And within the blink of an eye I was alone in the space....

I woke up never having felt so rich
That she had come to see me was the niche
Along with her smile, her charm and her grace
Lingers on her love, and the touch on my face....


This is a sequel to the previous poem "Missing you, Maaji".....

Missing You, Maaji

When I met her for the first time
She was aged, and I in my prime
I stepped into her house that day
The spring of love, the warmth of May....

She loved me, she blessed me
To her bosom, she embraced me
I looked around and was charmed
The moonbeams across the patio danced....

Months later, I married her son
She cherished me, we even had girlish fun
More a friend than a mother-in-law
Over the years we could never spot a flaw....

I gave her the grandchildren she desired
She helped me out with enthusiasm that blared
Did I see my friends seethe in jealousy
When we got along beautifully among all frenzy....

She was captivatingly old and got older
I took up a career an got stupidly busier
We could no more spend so much time together
Now she needed to be back to her matter....

Keeping fondly in touch was the key stance
Our love never diminished despite the distance
I want her to be my mom-in-law in every birth
I lost her today, but I will keep up the search....

She loved me, she loved me true
I loved her, more than I knew......