The evening light dims to the stars
We stand together, motionless, staring
out into the fading horizon afar
weaving dreams with our imagination.
Not a single word exchanged
Yet, our minds – they do converse
in languages unknown to scripts
but known only to the hearts in us.
The birds fly home, to their home
Their chitter-chatter filling the scene
We are still standing, resting – still
Only us – just you and me…
we get the fundae, ritika banging the table to often
she’s speaking like a professional, without giving me a chance to soften.
at length i break the ice
coming up with random words in a trice.
six of us initially and three passers-by join in
from what they see, its fun jammin’ 
stuttering and pausing, i’m jammed again and again
only to jam someone else and ramble on about Jill and Jane.
the art of jamming, i finally gather
is speaking rubbish and mindless chatter
confidence should ooze with every syllable you utter
you shall be jammed, in case you stutter.
interesting rounds like alphabet
with each sentence starting with the letter next.
also others like disconnect, called ‘disco’
connect any two sentences in the history of the game,
and you’re in a fiasco.
another involving no four letter words leaves you in a fix
counting the letters before every word you speak,
you’re almost an adding whiz.
there’s simple story building, to sharpen your skills
say your sentences with panache and the others you thrill.
jamming is fun, and though i fumble
i intend to carry on and not stumble
its with continued enthu in each art you show
that you actually as a person grow.
this thing has caught on so fast,
you’ll find us freshies jamming on the mess table
even at breakfast!
can’t wait to try it out with someone very dear
maybe i’ll have to wait till the coast is clear.
ps another round of jamming is one called rhyme
each sentence you speak has to rhyme with the previous line
as you can see, i’m still down with jamming fever
though i hope in the process, i become a bit more clever
The night creeps up,
The birds rush for cover,
As if the messenger from hell
Has set foot on the earth.
The sound of a distant gunshot
Does not even register now;
He has heard it a thousand times,
And seen many a man fall.
Thankfully, the moon is out,
As he creeps across the paddy
To find a way to stay alive
A little while longer.
He stumbles upon a body;
It was his dearest friend,
Who now lay dead
With a bullet across his brain.
He will not cry, but somehow,
A teardrop falls on the face
Of the man he called brother
As he kisses him one last time.
He knows they’re out there,
But he trusts his senses,
And carries on with the game
He’d played so many times now.
Then, like an angel from above,
He catches sight of his post:
The place he must get to;
Blinded, he quickens his pace.
The will to live numbs his senses
Which were so keen moments ago;
He is about to break into a run,
When a bullet grazes his back.
He falls to the ground, unhurt,
Thankful to be still alive,
But now he knows where
His enemy waits for him.
Across the paddy, he crouches,
Another soldier, another player,
In this game of life and death
He’d played so many times now.
He turns his gun away;
He thinks he’s killed his man,
And he will now stay alive
A little while longer.
And he doesn’t even take notice,
The man who should be dead
Was now aiming for his skull;
The next moment, he falls.
A searing pain in his neck,
The world rapidly fading away,
“Oh, mother”, he whispers,
And closes his eyes forever.
Miles away, another soldier
Sits with his gun primed;
The sound of a distant gunshot
Does not even register now.
you love me true i bleed when you do i’m doing this too often i’m ashamed why i keep repeating my mistakes i want to take you in my arms i want you back
and i don’t see
i’m this girl blind
and only you can help me see…
only i don’t see where it hurts
and when i do realise the pain
i see you double over in hurt.
testing your patience time and again
i don’t know how you find
the strength to look at me again.
i don’t know how i even face you
how i look into your eyes with guilt in mine
how you look at me, your eyes swimming in tears…
but i fear you won’t accept me
i fear my arms will break before they touch your skin
that they’ll be burnt, singed in guilt and being selfish…
i’ll do anything
our love will never die
this i promise this night…
Life brings you to your knees,
You cry and reach out to me,
I run to you and lift you up,
And then you walk ahead without,
As much as a glance at me.
At length you realize your mistake,
You apologize and call out to me,
You think you can reverse it all,
But you don’t realize you’re so far,
Your voice can barely reach me.
Across the moor, I see you weep,
Your tears hurt the soul within me,
But you can’t see I’m crying too,
You’re blind to the fact that I,
Need you as much as you need me.
Love is not a one-way street,
You’ve to give what you take from me,
It’s not tough once you start trying,
When I lift you up from your knees,
Don’t walk away; be with me.
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