One from the old

The broken flames of yesteryear
speak in disguise for the world ahead,
there eyes tend to speak a million things
but all we see is a smile instead.

Their melancholy of separation
that aggrieves from their tears that fall,
melts away the walls that they had stood
their life guarding for, their very love they were hiding from.

As they break free from the chains of past,
the relations of old, they find one from the olden to keep;
burning with flare they show the world their light
glowing from their rekindled love,
the one they treasured for long, but igniting it only now.

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The Pillows in the sky

The clouds started to mesh around one another for creating those beautiful white pillows in the sky while the sun made his appearance felt by glorifying the boundaries of the cloud. As I lay down on the grass, I felt the cool morning breeze passing through my ears whereas my closed eyes saw those flying strings moving haphazardly on an orange background. All this while, my mind was teleporting me in to various instances, ones which have occurred in the past & also the ones which I expected to happen in the future. I kept replaying those scenes so that I could keep reminding myself of the mistakes I have committed. Those scars of the past & the fear of the future that had made my head a lot heavy which in turn kept squeaking for mercy. But I was indifferent, as I thought if I could sustain the pain then I could solve the problems. However I didn’t know then, that for solving a problem you need a clear mind & for that I needed to accept my mistakes and move on.

I was longing for those white pillows where I could rest my head & feel no worry. I wanted the breeze to be so swift that it could carry my memories with it, & save me from this recurring pain. I had given up hope just like those flying strings which ran in all directions but could never reach home. I had zeroed on this day to decide whether I have the will left to live more or should I fly high to that beautiful heaven up above those glowing clouds. I had almost given up on life, I knew the will was dead long ago but I just wasn’t ready to give up, it was very scary to even think of that. But the mental scars were one too many to handle, they kept bleeding the past in front of my closed eyes till I lost my energy to sustain. But I still wasn’t ready to give up; it was still very scary, so I got up & made my way back home.

I knew what would happen when I reach home; I would have to answer a lot of questions & I didn’t know whether they would understand even if I try to answer. All sorts of things started to go around in my head; what was I going to answer about the letter I had left behind? Will they love me as they used to? Will I be able to see them in the eye ever? As I ruffled out of these questions, I was in front of my house which had the door open. I made a silent entry into the house; I could see my mother crying as she sat inside my room, holding on to my childhood picture. I was shivering as the tears kept flowing down, while I took my closing steps towards her & called out “Amma”. Her teary eyes hadn’t seen anything beautiful as this moment; son who she thought was lost had come back. Her joy was unbound, she didn’t scold me or even ask me anything, but she just pulled me close & gave me a tight hug. As I rested my head on her lap, I finally realized that it wasn’t the pillows in the sky which would make me free, but it’s the mother’s lap which makes any child feel free & loved, and I was no different.

Amma means mother in Telugu/Tamil language.

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The King’s Resurgence

I am just a kid lost in this magnanimity of fame & politics, these people deserve more than this. They need a true leader to back them, to fight for them, and to even lay down his life for their cause. But I have no vision, no self-confidence, Father I am truly lost. If only you were here to help me back my strengths, to instil that passion & vigour with which you handled the state affairs, maybe I would have stopped these atrocities from happening.

I have become a prisoner in my own palace, I fear for my own life than for my people, in this situation how can I instil hope in my people. It’s been long time now, I have finally decided to act my dear father, I cannot allow these wrong doings to continue. I have lost my close friend because I turned my eye away when his village was ravaged by my corrupt General.

I did try to stop him, but he was too strong for me to threaten back, & what I was left with was another village torn into pieces, the very village where I was taught how to live, where I first fell in love, where I made friends for a life time & where my beloved teacher lived & died. I let this happen because I was too scared that I would lose my throne. But now I realize that when a king cannot take care of his own people, there is no use in carrying the crown & trumpeting of being a king. It now feels like a burden to me; the cries of the deprived people ringing in my ears, their cries for help which I have chosen not to listen for long. They all come back ringing louder and louder as the days pass by.

It’s not in the palace where I belong; it’s between the people where I should be. They make me feel at home, & it’s only through them I am going to fight. And I am going to fight till my last breath, until I can achieve your dream my father. The dream of seeing democracy in our kingdom, it’s the only way through which I can give back the power to the people, who should be the real rulers of this Kingdom.

It’s going to be a long summer, father.  The sacrifices our people have made will not go down for nothing; I will not let this happen, no matter what.

As I watch the faces of my army who have lined up to live the biggest battle of their lives, I see no fear but a sense of calmness which has been instilled in each and every one present. We have prepared long for this day, now when we see the enemy approaching with all its might, there is a smile which appears in unison, a smile which I share with them.

Father, bless us to proclaim what is rightly ours, bless us to win.

As I lift my sword in the air, the trumpets begin to roar as the army readies to attack, & by the time I raise my sword again, the sound of our army has eclipsed any other sound in the vicinity.


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