Child of a true soldier

Bravery flowing in the veins

Head held higher than any of the peaks

Always on feet

Acknowledged of priorities

Wanna be a child

To such a true soldier

Son of proud mother-land

She is no lesser than him

As she has a bold heart

To send away and pray for him

When he is in middle of the war field

Takes all reliability

But wants him back after their victory

Wanna be a child

To such a true soldier

Nurtured by safe hands

Interpretation:

The true soldier in the poem has the bravery in place of blood flowing in his veins. He is in a highly respectable job. Always ready and knows what should be subordinated. His mother and mother land both are proud of him.  Here ‘she’ refers to the wife of the soldier who is bold enough to send him away and pray for his well being. She takes up all responsibility when he is not at home. She is longing for him and for country’s victory. Want to be a child to 2 of such a wonderful people. If the county is safe in their hands so can be the child.

He told me I can, should and will

I agreed to live a life on tough earth

As you mighty of all promised to protect and lead me

At my times of need

Thee the keeper of thy promise

Not reminding you but me of it;

So I can be fearless

As you are there and always will be

Hushing me when scared and in sorrow

And giving a good heart and mind to carry

Where ever I go, where ever I be, with whomever around

Though I self doubt,

Then there happen to exist many watchful of ma merits

As I turn to you

Give me that peace and mercy

Hope that I can, power so I should persist

Have witnessed not so good side of I unfold

Still consider me your toddler just a year old

 That never give in

 Then on throughout I tell again and remain obedient

To your words which are blessings

My Ever Intimate Intimacy:

How to know it is you

Whom I married in heaven?

Am in a dismay

For you are like the crown without a faint gleam

But am I worth it

To be princess of your dream?

There could be many worthy of you

Then why will you choose me?

But am not hard enough to lose

For you are one who can lift me

From the worst of my state

Such is my deepest faith

Even though I don’t trust myself

If you say

My love I trust you

Then other things would be mean

After witnessing me in dim

When beauty isn’t satin

If you wish to be

I want you not just till my life is

But for each breath,

And every time I live

Take me without weighing

Our relationship will be

Out of the world

Like crystal; close, strong and clear

Come to me with the gift

Of love, of gentleness, of blush, of care with tolerance

And prove you know in real

MY beautiful unrevealed

Sleep and awake, dream and reality:

Heard death is sleep and birth is awakening from the sleep. Is it really so that the death is sleep? I am puzzled. when we die, probably we connect with Him and reach the place whose existence we always questioned and here we live in a world assuming it to be the reality where everything from relations to possessions have evolved and has a manmade touch.  When I sleep I usually dream. On dreams I have little hold, they develop by themselves as such it could be pleasing or horrifying.  Then what if I am made to live my dream when I am awake, on which I had no command?...

We are still humans(committing errors and then correcting oneself) even after an ideal is reached. And I would like to be only a ‘human’ whose heart goes for others in grief and would always want many to be better than me, who are praised aloud which would keep me learning and humble throughout.