With the black land around me
the sounds of bombs and blasts,
The aura of the war time
killed the morning frost
The air, laden with hatred, anger
failed to fill my lungs’ breath
The fear of the people around
mingled and twirled, forming a grave’s wreath
Soldiers battled throughout the day,
leaving behind the family in dismay
Lived without the sight of the daylight
Lived out of fear, hatred, anger and plight…
Give me sunshine
Spare me the pain
Give me the rain
And share my fain
Let me unfurl my wings
wide and beautiful
Let me fly high
From this world so brutal
Let me spin around
and forget this flanked and crucial world’s bounds…
Colorless life of mine
With the hues drained away from me
The paints dripping away…
Making me fall apart and grieve…
I’ve heard life is a long journey
which never ends today or the next
I’ve heard its a mix of tops and turns
But I never knew it was such a perplex….
She stood on the cliff of the mountain. She remembered the place so well…After she has been there before…to cherish her dream of climbing the mountain and to become a legend that everyone will want to become. She smiled valiantly. But slowly, her smile dissolved to a frown as she remembered that day’s events…How she slipped and tripped and hung from the cliff, with her partner staring down at her…How she had pleaded for help and how her partner sneered…How her partner mentioned the glory of being the first person up the mountain and how her partner had kicked her…The memory of falling from the cliff was terrible, but was not more terrible than the way she died…She wiped the silver tears falling from her eyes. Her death had surely changed her ambition…
The people round my place are suddenly shifting to a green place . I dunno why but I think that the late and less arrival of rain plays,an important part.
Like , there is famous grocer who owns a shop in a famous mall, sold his products in a plastic bag. But suddenly he has shifted bags made of CORNSTARCH. NO joking.
There are words and printing on the bag. They sat that this cornstarch bag is completely bio degradable and, if perfectly composted, it will form an essential substance which will make the soil fertile .
The bag looks like a plastic and has elasticity that in first sight, I thought that it was a new printed plastic bag.
Seriously, it is a great initiative. Wonder if the plastic bag could be eaten? :-p
Put it in your pocket
I know how much you value it
Earn it just for a living
And not for boasting it