Forsaken

Capricious meandering river
Chartering courses it never strove
Craving to coalesce with the sea
Conked, lost, it was never to be

Sea was her life, her lust, her lover
So much so yet things went awry
Strident roars it started out with
Skeletal, cadaverous it choked in the midth

"Wish i could have reached you, my love
Would have touched you once in eternal embrace
Wonder how life tenor can go so wrong
Withering parched listless gloomy song

In some place or in all, in some moment or in all
I wish to have bestowed you endless joys
Instead every time I brought tears unsought
Indignant clouds crenel in land of drought

Trust me I would have done anything to be with you, my love
Timshel I created our future in reveries and yet
The two roads which merged in Frost’s rondeau
Took I the easy one and that destroyed all hopes of being with you

Now I bear bane of forsaking you incomplete
Nihilistic, I hope I dry in burning sun & tempest winds
Nadir I have thrown myself from greatest heavens above
Never can life mean anything without you, my love

Know you are so grand that you cannot even curse
Katharsis is your anathema as suffering is bliss for me
Kowtow I to my miserable fate—unkept promises in rotten grove
Kiss me last—I leave all happiness of the world to you my love..."

A river which wished to unite with the sea
A dream in which it never let itself go awry
A will which swayed its waves to love in blithe melee
Ah Merge-O river! with open arms he waits for thee...

Wolves

One eye met one million

Unfazed unblinking unshaken

Eerie milieu with quiet disquiet

Portending war silence unbroken

A simmering anger wafting the air

More than enough was taken

Boiling inside dormant outside

Now no more, time to raven

Silent sharpening of claws

Tempestuous scratching of land

Voices buried in the thunderous roar

Too late to amend

A jungle with nothing unusual

Big strong gorged the weak small

And myriad and myriad of years passed

And it was accepted by all

So the atrocities avalanched

Point nobody could have returned

And finally the lambs revolted

Too long had they burned

The wolves too were lambs once

The dice of society made them superior

Skin and teeth changed too

As their attitude began to smear

While the lambs with opposite thoughts

With time became more fragile

Servile disposition not serving them too well

Now they lacked in both strength and guile 

The power demonises the possessor

Wolves bolted and killed

And devoured and torn lambs

And amidst this helplessness, the anger spilled

Some lambs united

Revolted against the leaking umbrella

Opportune moment to kill were never less

Disguised they hit with stealth of guerrilla

Weapons borrowed from buffaloes and cows

Who too were the victims of atrocities

The stealth war hit wolves badly

Begging for pities and generosities

Seeing bloodshed a few lambs stood against their pack
And for wolves they prayed

They wanted to make them understand their point

Not realizing wolves were not monks who had accidently swayed

Wolves counter attacked voraciously

Killing and devouring any lamb they found

But this was no different from

What was happening from aeons on the jungle ground

The lambs were used to it 

The wolves were not

They had never seen a bigger crisis

Forts after forts were quashed to blot

In some places lambs advanced easily

Hiding their lives the wolves run away

In others the defiance lasted longer

But eventually wolves had to give the way

The victory was achieved

Every fighting lamb was a proud soldier

He had killed all who had tortured his generations

With each kill his blood had become colder

He had looted and ruined all he could see

And he wondered how convenient it was

After years of suppression and rotting

The power belonged to his class

And then came a moment nobody had conceived

Soldier lambs refused to settle to their previous roles

They had felt superior like kings

How can they now accept proletarian doles  

They attacked buffaloes who had aided them

And plundered and robbed whatever they had

They had tasted blood and they enjoyed it

All expected peace but came terror in stead

Laughing and marching they felt enervated

Carrying their parade in devilish droves

Tired and thirsty they reached a river

And saw their reflection and they saw wolves