She looked for him in setting sun

In reddish dawdling clouds

She looked for him in winter showers

In snow falling uninterrupted

She looked for him in diurnal sunlight

In every eventide

Say she looked for him everywhere 

In everything unceasingly

She did not find him anywhere

For he was not there

So simple actuality and fair

Yet like a bedeviled lady

She looked everywhere

Then why she looked perennially

For it was a folly

Of a heart steeped in melancholy

Then where is the place of his hiding

Oh yes, her mind her ludicrous mind

What a preeminent place to find

Him for her heart is brimful with memories

Of an admirable boy and his stories

Of his careless smiles

Jolly songs and his masculine wiles

He used to look like that boy

ashok 'logan'

Be happy, marry a great man

I shall remain far away

And pray I shall unknown to you

Live like a queen if you may

 

Yet if a day comes

In your life laden with flowers

When you shall look for me

And try to remember what was ours

 

Then remember I shall hold onto that

till that day

And I shall smile and be free

For you still remembered me when I was away

-ashok'logan'

 

 

 

 

 



WITHOUT

And then it passed

As all things do

As passes zephyr

Without waking yellow leaves

Dried and pale, ashen yellow leaves

Sleeping on the asphalt

It passed without disturbing

The silence of sweltering heat

Without altering the dead road

Without comforting the burning throat

And then it stopped

As all things do

On the tomb of my dearest

Ah! How dear was she

Only the smouldering road knows

Or maybe, lying around her tomb,

All the dead crows

-ashok

HOLD

When time is all you have

And all you can do is hope

Some say hope can drive a man insane

Well, I say hope is a good thing

I don’t remember contentions

But a tender touch

I don’t remember falling apart

But a casual stroll hand in hand

A call, a walk, a fight, a smile

A normal day

Well, I hope I can hold you again someday

It’s just that I dream about you every night

Nearly every night

Now and then I hear ‘Get over with it’

So I say I am done

Does that mean clouds come to a halt?

Well No, they just flow

Dreams just flow

They shall be flowing forever 

-ashok

KNIGHT

 

Among the ruins of his castle, he stands

In his dented armour, battered by the enemy

Head down, not due to defeat

But treachery by some of his own

There used to be a glorious hall in front of him

Here, now blood and death prevails

His ancestors are looking down to him, from above

 ‘Will he tread the path of honour and courage?’

Same as they did or fade into these relics

Among the bodies of his loved ones, he stands

Shattered and worn out, yet he restrains his tears

Raises his head-, “So far you wrote it

Henceforth I’ll hold the helm of my ship”

And he begins to walk

Crossing the bodies, dragging the sword

Towards the path, that will lead him to his enemies

Among them shall he find some of his own, those he trusted

Waiting for him with spears in their hands

The very same hands that used to carry his crown

“No, forgive I must not, they don’t deserve to be forgiven,

Kill I must, hesitate I must not

Whatever awaits me there,

Stop I shall not”

-ashok “MintuRe” sharma

Soldiers you were made by the Almighty

You have been tested by the devil on every step

Triumphant we came out every time

And here we stand

For the one last battle awaits us

And this time tested by the devil of devils we will be

The enemy has boundless powers of hell

But soldiers we have our swords

And courage beyond the enemy’s imagination

They want battle soldiers, we will give them one

One that is never seen before by the world

Not even by the Gods

Every time a bloodbath we left behind

But here is a chance for us

To write our names on the skies

On the skies of eternity 

And echo will our names in chronicles and legends

That will be sung by the generations to come

Outnumbered we are soldiers

And maybe we all will die on this day

But promise me soldiers

“If we die then die will in such a manner

That the Almighty himself has to come on this battleground,

From heavens, to take our souls”

March soldiers, march for the very last time

Such that quakes this earth from the rhythm of our footsteps

March for our loved ones

And for the free lands we live on…..

 -hbp