Wednesday, 7 June 2017


The red skies turned upset
as I dropped my shield,
and the battle didn't listen
to my tiring plead-
all turned their spears
towards my ankle,
and I halted for a while.
I wasn't up,
my spear's metal weakened
like my soul
that tried to reason with virtue.
the sun seemed to wait
for one last time:
that one moment before
it prepared to set.
I grabbed my shield,
my life in my ankle,
swirled my spear,
all caught with fear.

Let the battles be planned.
With my spear shall I stand,
aged with the purest of virtues.
With life on my ankle, I shan't lose!

Thursday, 1 June 2017


"Like a shadow of your
self immersed in me,
I shall spend myself
in arms of yours;
nights shall dissolve 
in our moments,
I shall stay your admirer,
for now, then and forever."

Why a shadow shall you stay
when the same Moon we share:
She stays late to ensure romance
like a goddess of an ancient scripture.
Your desires are sculpted in me.
My wishes surround you, my queen!