The silent boat

The silent boat
Originally uploaded by iolotusAnubhav

This reminded me of William Wordsworth...

"...
To launch the boat; and with her blessing cheered,
And inwardly sustained by silent prayer,
Together they put forth, Father and Child!
..."

Watering hole

Watering hole
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The Anjuna beach in Goa. Now that's some place!

Hill fort

Hill fort
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Now that's a fort on the top of a hill. Well that and more... the crumbled walls, the stories of the hands and hammers that have struck it over years...

Gliding clouds

Gliding clouds
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Fly away my thoughts, my feelings and my hope...
Fly away to meet me at the other side of the journey.

Solar peep

Solar peep
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Shield your vision!

Mighty for ages

Mighty for ages
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An old tree, standing by itself. It has watched many others wither around itself but it has stood there becoming a part of history, folklore and photographs...

Life breaking through

Pencil on paper. (HB and 2B on standard A4 drawing paper)
Depicting the daylight of life as one of my friends puts this scene as. Becoming the greater marvel that we know from the sum total of its parts... Life exclaims and amazes... Life breaks through...

The wooden lady

Pencil on paper (HB & 2B on standard A4 drawing sheet).

Depicting the inability of the woman to express her emotions despite the millions of mysteries in her locked up eyes.

Happy blogging

So today I managed to hit the "200 posts" lamp-post by the side of the blogging road. Well in the sheer absence of any readers or atleast ones that I know of, I pat myself on the back and say "Way to go!"...

I would take this opportunity to thank the illusion of readers that the Internet creates and that continuously nudges me to write, edit, write, edit and so on to improve on the quality of 'work' that I produce... Over the years I believe it has led to many such incessant rants - Like the one here

Nonetheless, I believe this milestone will probably inch me towards producing more text per day, more photographs per month and some more illustrations. I will keenly follow the interests of my illusionary readers and perhaps try to feed their endless curiosity and want for literary as well as visual arts to satiate the thirst that they build up over weeks, months or years...

So happy blogging it is and hope that it will continue to be so...

The play with light

The sun peeping through the clouds hidden behind the silhouette of a tree... That was some moment. One worthy of closing shutter's attention. This is one of the photos from my recent escapades and attempts with the camera as an expression medium. You can look at some others at http://www.flickr.com/screenedinnocence/

She

She's amazement - I am just the one in awe,
Silly smiles, hands held, eyes towards the sky -
Dreams leading to dreams, hopes held high.
There's more to life, I see, there's more to me,
I realize, when I look into her eyes, silently...
Not blue but just a deeper shade of black,
The one that you would rather be lost in,
But she helps me find my way back to her,
Holding my hands while I say my prayers,
To whatever powers that made us be!
For I know that I couldn't walk the walk,
Or talk the talk with cheeky notes & smiles -
If it wasn't for the wonder that she is...
The good that she inspires, makes me, me!

-Anubhav

Point me to heaven

I stumble and then I ask for the way,
For someone to sway and answer -
To take a moment's pause but for me!
A while and no more is all I yearn for,
Turn for, in my ethereal hinted sleep,
And I hope for someone to tilt -
Their wise head, tip-toe to the edge -
Of the tar road and point their fingers,
Not to the sky but to somewhere near,
And whisper in my eager left ear…
Take that way; Straight to heaven!

-Anubhav

Convergent

Flights of fantasy lead me to an abyss beneath my thoughts,
Layered under my skin, skimpily clothing my vulnerabilities!
Breathless I be or become! Gasping for air when I jump…
Into the hypochondria of awareness, I lie awake and lost.
Looking at the sun outside the window space in the wall -
That I had so earnestly built around myself; My abode!
I feel the warmth glowing inside me, beyond the darkness -
That had so freely smeared itself on my trifle extents!
I see three birds flying gracefully across the calm clear sky,
Turning heads as they drift past each other, silent sarcasm -
The need to win; The greater need to have the others lose!
They float over two flowers as they fade away into the blue,
The flowers basking in the warmth, glowing in a subtle way,
Togetherness, alone in the vast void expanse of silence,
In a brittle moment held together by a little more than hope…
A hundred yards away from the silhouette of a lonely tree,
Overlooking the vivid fading world around its potent self,
And I looking at it, the smiling flowers and the flying birds,
The fading birds, the content flowers and the aging tree…
Then a little pause and I look at my own distant self,
The convergent reality of the moment slowly sinking in.

-Anubhav

The morning sunset

From beyond the subtle notes of surreal truth,
A certain dawn beckons itself to manifest…
In the octaves of my imagination or otherwise -
To find itself an abode to dwell and flourish.
Or perhaps to perish in curtained pretence,
With the silks flowing on decaying bodies…
Finding note after note to rest their lies on.
A music springs forth thereof, to be heard,
In the hollow halls of proven hypochondria…
The ilk that forms a cocoon to hide reality,
With renegade scars as the only hints to undo,
That which perhaps cannot be undone now -
That which perhaps must be challenged!
With a question unto the scars once more,
That must tunnel through to reality or such,
With a resolve made with clenched fists,
To no more believe in the morning sunset!


- Anubhav

The boy who was my brother

I have known him for a long time. And with time i have grown to like him more and more. John is my brother. And I have been his window to the world. Together we share a lifetime of love, friendship and more.

When John was young he would often walk up to me and ask me to go to the river. Run on the banks and play in the sand. He was so fascinated with the flow of the river. His eyes had a sparkle of excitement on those sands. He wanted to flow like a river.

He dreamed like a poet; of the river and the yellow flowers and the many other things he held close to his heart. About the many "No"'s that life turned his way and about the several "Yes"'s which passed by as well. You could feel it all flowing through the veins in his bloodstream. His thoughts racing all over the place, his face flushing with hope. His fidgeting fingers unwrapping the mysteries of a little daffodil; one petal at a time. His chair rocking in the sun. His vision fixed on the fence and the dried up flower pots that lay near it. His mind trying to look for something in the parched earth, something so very precious. Something that time had taken its toll upon. Something which was no more.

He would pick up a small paper and fold it into a flower like shape. Then he would smile! And looking at it again, he would pass over into another world. And tears would mark his vision. Later he would put that paper flower on the window sill and look at it for hours. He would talk to me about the river which was no more the same, about the pathways that were no more the same and about our lives which were no more the same.

He would get up from that chair and start walking around, and then he would turn to me. Looking into my eyes he would speak of the years gone by and of the things that were lost in the transient world around us. Passing us by like people on a busy street. He was John and those were his muses...

Sometimes i think of the many things that John said and of the many other things that he didn't say. I turn over the pages of his notes and maybe I become him for while. I start thinking like him. Thinking about the chances that we take in life, the experiments that we do with reality that make us see the raw face of life. The truth that I see, that John saw, makes me shiver and shrug. I just sit and think, maybe just like he would. About how we decieve ourselves into loving things that we once abhorred. About how we dream of pleasant sunrises and bubbly brooks from our high rise office apartments and how we think of love while reading coffee table illustrations.

Ironic as it may be but we seem to have forgotten all those dreams that we once held so close to ourselves. Everyday we see people walking along the road, some smiling and some looking worried. Everyday we recieve phone calls from friends with varied stories. Some happy and others sad, and we talk on, and we go on. Living our lives as if this is what it is. Our capability to be unfaithful even to our ownselves captivates me and stuns me. Everyday we seem to be getting farther from our innocent dreams and everyday we tell ourselves that we are getting towards better things in life.

It's everyday that we push our true selves down the dark alleys of yesterdays. It's everyday that we make ourselves see the world through ostentation and deceit.
It is not everyday that we feel the cool breeze with the smell of freshly mowed grass pass through our hair. It is not everyday that we feel the touch of true faith and young dreams of our past. It is not everyday that we feel the purity of a soul that we held so dear to our hearts long time back. It is not everyday that we meet someone like John Duff.

He was a simple man. An average man. Someone who believed in the simplicity of his dreams. Someone who followed the truth of his soul all through his life. Someone who smiled when the flowers in his backyard bloomed and who cried when one of them withered. Someone whose heart flowed with the river...
Someone who could love and laugh so honestly. Someone who could hold your hand and walk all through your life with you, from this end to that. Someone who could conjure up paper flowers and feel so passionately about them. I met him, that was destiny. Something that changed so many things. My feelings, my views... maybe my life!

To me he wasn't really like a brother born to the same parents as me. To me he was a friend, someone who became a brother through the time of that life which we shared. Today is the 27th of June, the day that John died, an year ago. Life without John, is strange and lonely, but there are so many things to remember. He lives on somehow and many times i find myself talking to him, smiling with him... living with him. The diaries on the table, the photographs at my desk, they all add up to bring John back to me.

I live in here alone and so John just comes by to be with me in my lonely days, to stay with me through the dusk of my life. It is so much like John to do it, being when you are needed and vanishing when you are not. He has always bewildered me. Always made me wonder. The other day i found a thick set of diaries and letters inside John's old trunk. So many things, I never could have known or figured out the whole of it. The grey picture of John life. The missing colors. The thick edges confined by the torn paper. It was so hazy and so blurred. It was so vivid and alive.
So many letters. I never knew someone could write so many to John. Not that he wasn't interesting. Just that he never let people wander so close to him. I never knew John could write so many to someone. Paper flowing with ounces of emotions. So many words and yet so few. For a man who was so full of words. For a man who was so silent to the world.

There were strange notes. Long letters. Several pieces of poetry. It was something so fresh. To get to know John again. To get to read through his thoughts. They filled in the gaps, cleared the doubts and made John come around clearer than ever. It seems that it is only now that i really know my brother. It seems it is now that i can talk about him... that now i know him truly as John that really was and not as John that seemed to be!

One of the notes is a simple piece paper, small, around the size of a regular envelope. Scribbled in John's hand are a few lines, that set the story going in my mind, all over again-
"When the dusk has come and the darkness seen, When the day has lived to what it has been, Just walk over by my side, and keep them there, My flowers, my daffodils, my lifeless affair... "

His flowers. His friends. His life. All mingled into a piece of paper. Staring at me so blankly. Asking me questions. Making me weak at the knees. I knew I had to read everything. Remember everything. Relive everything. Just for once, but I had to do it. Pick up the pieces lost around the corners that we turned so sharply. Fixing up the inconsistencies that time and silence had left in the picture. Make it complete. Make John come back and sit on the window sill and talk to me...

Poets who blog

Check out poetswhoblog.blogspot.com for interesting poets who blog. There is a lot of nice and interesting work that I found linked from there. It is a really good blog to bookmark if poetry is your forte.

http://poetswhoblog.blogspot.com

Calm distress (from my book)

Quiet paths; somber tones; long forgotten dreams of you,
Silent voids; unfelt songs; Thoughts melting into the blue,
Ever said? Never heard! Lost into my craving dreams...
Loneliness; A dark retreat; Blend into some callous themes.
Fervor numbed! Love undone! Days lost in endless nights;
Buried spirits; fallen men; Violent and blood thirsty fights;
A dearth of smiles; Emotions scarce; the final end of nothingness,
Lost and found; Alive again; the dream of more, the life of less...
Rimless cauldrons of boiling hate rising into our lives,
The young man loved; Lost; The old man - now he strives...
Cold calidity of passions long lost into his graves,
Calm distress - All he needs; Squanders all he saves...

-Anubhav

The shallow river of my mind (from my book)

The depth of my emotions -
- has not been easy to comprehend,
What I say? What I feel? What I pretend?
Sometimes when it looks so deep...
With unbounded emotions in retreat...
It is sometimes just a shallow river -
- In my mind, silently murmuring words.
Speaking to me and I to the world,
Retrospect’s of long lost days - today,
The river and time silently passing away...
What questions does it ask in starry nights?
What answers do I have? Do I have any answers?
The depth of my emotions flowing shallow -
In the shallow river in my mind...

- Anubhav

Cognitive silence (from my book)

Silence; Impeccable; Cognitive;
Reflecting sounds from within,
Sacred thoughts inside your head,
edging you to a greater sin,
Merging words; Muffled noise;
Grey shades of summer nights,
Fickle ways; A mellow song,
drift into the fading lights,
Can I speak? Will I be heard?
Is my whisper loud enough?
A clouded phrase and nothing said,
It smoothes into the rough...
Shrouded hopes; Hazy roads;
Steps follow the steps ahead,
Tired; Restless; Lost in the void,
Alive long after I am dead...

-Anubhav

Darkness (from my book)

End of days; No last respite; Fragments of nothingness;
What life conjures? Strange forms in shadows to recess,
Holding on to the hands of darkness I walk into the light,
But the shadows move all over and the wrong becomes the right,
With frightened eyes, I look around to find my long lost grace,
It burns on top the altar, and shines in shades of grays,
The warriors run with armors, and swords are thrown across,
And whispers ask to whispers, who’s gain and who’s this loss,
Amidst the flames of darkness, I see the shadows roam,
I hide within my thoughts and I run to find my home,
I crash with every step I take, I move back to where I was,
And someone tells me not to move till all the darkness thaws,
I see a huge gray armored horse, with knights of shadows trot,
I see more death and destruction, when I feel I've seen a lot,
They move around and I sit and wait for the long forgotten dawn,
And then I feel some blood on me, I die and I am born...

- Anubhav

In the light of darkness (from my book)

In the light of darkness I walk across the streets,
Muffled sounds of silence as loud as bass drum beats,
Steps behind my steps, when I walk away from me,
Fingers pointing sky-wards ask what the world would be...
Summer winds brushing through my hair, speaking in my ear,
Clouds moving in the skies; sky is never getting clear,
Dust rising from the ground, look what have I just found,
With every backward step, I find nothingness around...
Making bonds with yesterday when today is flying by,
I have found no reasons yet; so do not ask me why?
I cannot see what comes, I see what has just gone,
I move back one more step to feel all the more withdrawn...
What's your final word to me? What's my unknown destiny?
Tell me what is it I did, to end up where I end to be?
Should I step one more step back? Should I find you once again?
Would you hold my hand once more? Would you dance with me again?

-Anubhav

I stand in stillness (from my book)

I try to walk, but my feet won't move - not even an inch,
They are transfixed to the one spot that I stand in...
Petrified, I whisper to my own self, I beg my legs to move,
To take me back to my home, to let me crash and sleep...
I look up to the stars, its getting dark all around...
They blink at me - the stars - as if smiling at my pain,
Some more join in, and together they laugh,
Constellations from the cosmos, looking down at a man...
A man - alone - looking back at the skies,
Calling for help, screaming aloud,
And silence echoing back at him...
I try again, to move my legs but I cannot move,
My eyes start closing and the darkness takes over,
I dream of the past, when I could run...
Run around the place, beat life at the race,
Smile at the dusk and go back to my home,
And today I stand in stillness, in silence, paralyzed...

-Anubhav

Clouded vision (from my book)

There is silent way in which you move into my eyes,
I do not know if its you or if it is my heart that lies,
You move into my vision and you cloud up my thoughts,
I feel the world all silent even among the gun shots,
I feel so vulnerable when you move up in front of me,
I do not know whether to believe the love I see,
It is different, it is so silent and yet it is a storm,
Like a night full of darkness and a shadow taking form,
Unknown to the mind, the heart and eyes are lost,
Like a lonely warrior who is fighting in the frost,
I don't know if the blow upon my heart will make me dead,
I only know that through eyes, its me, the one who bled,
Silent darkness and you with the shadows all around,
I stand here entrapped, my heart and eyes all bound,
With you in my vision I do not know what else to see,
For with I do exist and without you I shall not be...

-Anubhav

Green water (from my book)

Hidden visions of your back yard, green reflections in my eyes,
I walk in my shadows to discover the depth in my tears,
Remembering when we dipped our feet in the water,
And sat there, holding hands, watching the sunsets in winters...
Whispering names to each other echoing with the rustling leaves,
Finding future in our reflections in the water,
And watching you walk off to your home while I receded away,
The dark nights reflecting the moon in the water,
The bright hues of your eyes calling my name,
And today I am watching reflections of yesterday in the green waters...

-Anubhav

Murder on the deck (from my book)

"What questions?” asked the sailor, "Ho!"
"What questions?" asked the captain too,
"No man has stood up on that deck and questioned,
But a mighty few",
"You have a gun!” the captain checked,
"A fine steel blade", the sailor said,
The first mate ran all drenched in blood -
- With shades of cold and bloody red,
"What matter?" crooned the sailor then;
Wide eyed, the captain stood in shock,
"What matter lad?" the captain asked, all pale;
For he was an ad-hoc,
The captain that had sailed with them,
That captain was no more, to say,
For in the stores, below the deck,
That captain's cold blue body lay,
The man; squint eyed, stood there and saw,
The bloody lad go white and fall,
"I shot the captain twice today",
He said aloud and slammed the wall,
The captain that was now to be,
He trembled more than e'r before,
The sailor jumped and stared at him,
And all but crumbled on the floor,
"Aye, it’s me. I killed the man",
He said again in clear loud tones,
The men, they stood all petrified,
A shiver reaching down their bones,
"Murder!" squealed the sailor loud,
"Murder!" gasped the captain too,
The captain shot him in the head,
The sailor shot him with the crew,
The man, he fell down on his knees –
- And looked around the noisy crew,
He lived and questioned on that deck,
he was one of the mighty few...

-Anubhav

Frozen yesterday (from my book)

Once flowing, showing sure signs of life,
Meandering across the landscape of time...
Touching places, people and emotions...
Making whispering and shouting sounds,
Walking on, sprinting and gushing with laughter,
Unknown forces of the cosmos manifested -
- In the river of yesterday, the river of life...
Today it lies still, speaking no words,
In the quiet of the night, reflecting silence,
No whispers are now heard, no effervescence...
Glimmering like glass in the sun,
Golden hues all around it and yet no life...
There is certain stillness in this frozen river.

-Anubhav

Doubts of the soul (from my book)

Summer slit into the mind, effervescent with heat,
Like a bubbling marsh, smelling of dead carcasses,
Mundane but surreal, petrified and paralyzed,
Must time ask permission, to halt and move on...?
Like a surrogate parent, attached and yet so far,
Blasphemous in perspectives, to an unknown end,
Filing in disorder, a replication of some chaos,
It stacks up and disorganizes all known order,
To the final judgment day, boiled in a cauldron-
- of hatred, hypochondria and doubts of the soul...

-Anubhav

It's been taken (from my book)

Fragments; of Me and of the thoughts crawling in my head,
A part of my self retreating, realizing that I am dead,
Loose threads of imaginations funnel down my mind,
I look for a dream and there is nothing I can find...
I fumble for words; tumble down the stairs I had climbed,
Remnants of smiles scattered over with me entwined,
It’s a shard from the past; A decree that I ignored,
A loud sound I never heard; disorder restored...
Something's been taken away... its no more mine as it once was...
I can't figure out the damage or make out the loss,
But I can feel the emptiness creep within me,
It was fragile, sublime; taken; no more to be...

-Anubhav

Renegade of hope (from my book)

Relegation of dreams; High hopes to fear of death!
Summers full of darkness; Winters with cold breath;
Errors; misdemeanors; repercussions; I depreciate!
Smiles - Forgotten; Lost; To pain I now relate...
I am a prisoner of thoughts; An error-prone device!
Supple; Tender; Damaged; From dusk to sunrise...
Redressal for delights; Pathos in silk attire...
No regard for my blessings; The curses - I do admire!
I am the end of dreams; The final, dreaded thought,
The wound; Disease and darkness; Left undone to rot...
I smell the void; I live the void; In void I do exist;
I put on wars with laughter; Grief - I don't resist.
I walk; I stop; I dream, forget; With pain I do elope!
I am lost in my own darkness like a renegade of hope...

-Anubhav

The soldier at dusk (from my book)

Alone, with his eyes fixed to the horizon,
Dreaming of home, of the lush green lawns...
Of his wife knitting soft wool in the winter sun,
And the giggling voices his kids playing around her,
Alone, with his heart floating far away...
He sits squatted with his gun on his shoulders,
And remembers the weight of his boy -
He must have grown now, heavier, older...
His hands feeling the rough butt of the gun,
The feeling of the sand on his hands,
And the sun gleaming into his eyes,
He questions himself and his dreams question us...
His still shadow in the dusk, reassuring us,
Of a safe sleep while he stays awake...
Remembering life, watching it quietly pass him by,
He stands on guard with his sons growing old in the letters...

-Anubhav

Another painful recess (from my book)

What am I? The summer heat? The winter cold?
Effervescence of sadness quietly re-told ?
A bubbling marsh of death; pain; destruction;
A fallen angel; Risked again for resurrection...
I touch gold; Turn it to dust; clay; ash;
Why am I so rough? Unreasonable and rash...
I walk into a room full of light; So alive!
It turns dark; For darkness I now strive...
I aspire; perspire; ambitions of nothingness;
Revered thoughts of hurt; another painful recess...

-Anubhav

While your darkness shone (from my book)

Final thoughts, light; dark; sunrises after sunsets;
When it begins; when it ends; Smiles and unfelt frets;
I said - went quiet; I felt; forgot; Did you say or did I dream ?
You danced with me when it was dark; Reality; It would seem....
Heartfelt thoughts; Apologies; Obligations of a heart so alone...
Forgotten dreams; Apprehensions; To hatred I am prone...
I stepped; I fell; Got up; Fell again; Livid, fermented thoughts;
I stand in noise; silence of the mind; while reality rots...
Aggravated; Understood; Appreciated; Forgotten; Grim;
I see love rise from ashes; hatred filling up to the brim....
The last stand of my truth; Me; You; Us; Together; Alone....
It went dark after the sunrise... While your dreams in the darkness shone....

-Anubhav

Taste for red (from my book)

The need for lush feelings to surround me,
To be held close, to feel the smell; Breath it...
To feel love melting on my taste buds,
The need to summarize lust in a moment...
I have the want to hold life so close -
That I can feel it whisper insanity,
I have the want to feel the rough grains -
On the surface of the wall of my dreams,
I want the sweet sounds to slide in my ears,
I have a want for the beautiful - for life,
I have a want for love as a sinful surprise,
I have a greed - a taste for the red...

-Anubhav

Dreams and rains (from my book)

Little boys running around with paper boats in hands,
Rain drops falling all over; dreams of distant lands...
A little boy with red laced shoes, runs over to splash his mate,
The little girl with ribbons blue, swings over across the gate...
The merry moods; the laughing sounds; gray and cloudy skies;
The running kids; the little jokes and stupid funny lies....
The quarrels over the green boats; the shouts and dirty shirts,
The talks of pirate ships; Islands; Huge yellow flying birds...
The sunsets at the parks; Football; Little wounds to show at home;
The never ending talks at dinner; The dreams to go to Rome...
The squeaky sounds; The whispers heard; Little lively smiles;
The sights of love and laughter; Go on for miles and miles...

-Anubhav

Silent waters (from my book)

Summer sunsets; noises fading into the night,
Silent quarters on the deck; a flickering ship light,
The sailors looking at the sea; silent waters retrospect...
The shadows of the moving boat; shadows of the mind reflect,
Thoughts of their distant homes; the children in the yard,
Dreams forgotten yesterday; Remembrance struggling hard,
The steps they took; set sail away, to an unknown place,
The sea reflecting in the waves; a shimmering smiling face...

-Anubhav

Let me speak (from my book)

If I had to be quiet, silence would not be the same,
There would be no questions asked; No thoughts about your name,
There would be no wonders in laughter; we would be all alone...
There would be no stories of young days - Of how we all have grown,
We would hold our hands and there would be no words said -
I would be lively in sight; In your mind I would be dead,
What would become of my whispers that echo in your mind,
The crazy shouting days; A dream that's left behind -
We don't want to lose on life so don't ask me to be quiet...
Don't hold my thoughts in chains - give them the wings of flight!!

-Anubhav

Sojourn of my thoughts (from my book)

My mind did sail in the stream -
Flowing with the wind, ushered by the waters,
Empty decks on the ship with silent empty quarters,
Left the ports long ago - floating in the unknown,
Surrounded by loud clouds yet walking all alone...
The haze building up at dusk, night crawling close,
Illusions of my dreams - I see what life thus shows -
My heart with words unsaid, tears in my eyes,
The silent notes slip by - reflect in the skies,
Twinkling with the stars, staring through the haze...
My dreams captured by her spell - Abashed - Ablaze...

-Anubhav

A few dead men (from my book)

Behold the sounds of footsteps, creeping on you from behind,
A shallow growl of darkness – a mark of death – unsigned…
Shadows taking forms, crawling men with guns on their backs,
Shocking lights; Pungent smells; Eyes staring from the shacks…
Some near dead and dying men - screeching deep notes of pain,
And the Major at command shouts to take the bridge again,
We walk at night and hide at dawn, merry men of yesterday…
These eyes reflect fear and death, the dreams they held have gone away…
Gunshots; Running footsteps; Wounded men gasping for air…
Bleeding wounds, clouded eyes – is the vision that we share,
And the major shouts again, we run to take the bridge once more,
We struggle, fall and crawl again, like fishes dying on the shore,
The sounds of death go on and on; the end shall come – we know not when…
They shoot, we shoot – they die, we die; A win; A loss; a few dead men…

-Anubhav

The road (from my book)

A never-ending course of life - Of travels, miles and days...
Blue skies above my head - my way - a shade of grays...
Bends, curves, diversions - The choices that I have made,
The road is where I lived - The road is where I played...
Underneath my feet, before my sight, it goes before I go,
It paces when I show haste - slows down when I go