May 2, 2014 § 1 Comment
I Volunteer to Die
Whenever you are on a long romantic drive
And see the Tricolour proudly flying high
See that somewhere far away, a soldier stands
Weary in deserts or in some distant foreign lands
Protecting the tricolour from any of the foe
Standing tall, proud whether it’s heavy rain or snow
He keeps wondering what he might have done
If he had not chosen to carry a gun
Even when he is overworked without a shade
Soldier is a patriot who is born and not made
Sometimes you might think he has a bad attitude
But maybe that is because of long periods of solitude
He faces bullets and embraces death many a time
So that his countrymen and women can peacefully dine
You may think for him this is just another task
He did not do it as a job but for his love for Tricolour was unsurpassed
He may lose a leg stepping on a landmine
To see those kids smiling across the borderline
For your freedom he always fights to keep
So that tranquil and in peace you can sleep
You may often condemn for him being wrong
But still for you he will always stand strong
While you have right to denounce him and complain
He will keep fighting for you in the pouring rain
Soldier is not a label for anyone to purchase or borrow to woo
It is the greatest honour to him, like soul for the body hidden inside you
A soldier is very tough indeed
To stand tall whenever there is a need
He also feels sadness, pain or sorrow
Not always looking forward for trials of tomorrow
The cost of a soldier may be very high
Your support and love for them you should never deny
With sadness hidden deep he holds his buddy’s hand
As they breathe their last on some mortal sand
He is not high headed what you may think
Will give his life for you with not even a blink
You may ask again
Besides a soldier there are others who take the pain?
Then what is the difference, why he thinks so high?
He will smile and humbly say….
Neither I hold the sky nor do I think so high
For you “I volunteer to die….”
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January 24, 2014 § 15 Comments
There was a strange calmness
i felt as i gazed into the
night sky, when you’d asked me
to. It killed all my demons
momentarily, as i you ran
your slender fingers through
All thoughts of the world were
dumped into darkness
as you took me in your arms.
My insecurities and fears
vanished as you touched me
at places I’d long forgotten
existed inside of me.
A small portal of joy
opened up as you kissed
these parched lips and gave
me memories, with bruised lips.
December 16, 2013 § 1 Comment
We use to get along use to see each other, feed each other
now we trying to defeat each other
Use to envision you being my kids mother
it ain’t even the same when we greet each other
Can’t even look me in my eyes when we see each other
you got so much pride but you’ll soon discover
You messed up a good thing, u was my heart string
a new life with my new life is down the drain
I put u on a pedestal I never did with a girl,
I’d move the move the moon just to give you the world
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Brandon Grimes is a free-lance writer and avid poetry fanatic. He writes short stories, poems, top 10 posts for various niche industries across the country.
December 2, 2013 § 6 Comments
When you touched my face with both your hands
When I caressed your hair with my fingers
When our bodies felt as one
And we looked at each other
In an all together different light.
That’s what has made our evenings memorable
The beauty of twilight
And how we became more than friends
We became lovers.
November 19, 2013 § 8 Comments
October 1, 2009 was the day
A handsome boy came my way.
He smiled at me and I thought
There’s something this guy’s got.
We became friends and hung out together
In rains and sunny weather.
It was apparent that he liked me
I didn’t give him bhaav, you see.
But he was persistent and asked me out
I acted like a girl with a pout.
27/12/2009 I said yes to be with him
At Costa coffee, Bengali market and the lights went dim.
Things were good after that evening
He was funny, honest, and amusing.
Love happened somewhere along the way
And only increased every night and day.
Finally the day came when we spoke to our parents
Sparks didn’t fly, the love was God sent.
And now we’re getting married not really marred
That’s actually the best part!
November 18th is the blessed day
You must come, there is no other way.
We hope to see you there with your blessings and love
It’s time to celebrate and groove!
This piece has been written as a wedding invite for two of my closest friends, Nikhil and Divya. I rarely post personal stuff on the blog, but I had to make an exception here.
They’re both getting married right now, as I’m penning this down.
She is the most beautiful bride of the world, and he, is the most hopelessly romantic person I’ve come across.
Here’s wishing them a lot of happiness, love, love and love.
October 20, 2013 § 3 Comments
तुम्हारा ये आधा अधूरा इश्क
हमें समझ नहीं आता,
प्यास बुझी भी नहीं होती
और प्यासा है छोड़ जाता|
दिल में फूल खिलाते भी तुम हो
और फिर उन्हीं में काँटे लगाने वाले भी तुम हो,
अपनी बाहों में बिठा कर सहलाने वाले भी तुम हो
और फिर उन्हीं बाहों में किसी और के होने का बहाना देने वाले भी तुम हो|
हमें इतनी बातें समझ नहीं आती
हम तो बस एक ही बात जानते हैं,
जब दिल किसी को दे देते हैं
तो उसे ही उम्र भर अपना सब मानते हैं|
प्यार हुआ तो तुम्हें भी है
तुम्हारी आंखें हमें सब कह देती हैं,
होठों से चाहे खुल के इज़हार ना करो
हमारी आंखें तुम्हें पढ ही लेती हैं|
हमें ना इश्क में “मैं” को भूलने की बीमारी है
इस कदर कि कभी कभी तो अपने होने का एहसास भी तुम्हें छू कर होता है,
और फिर जब तुम कहते हो कि मुझ पर अपना समय बरबाद मत करो
ऊपर से तो हम मुस्कुराते हैं पर दिल बहुत रोता है|
एक दिन आएगा जब तुम अपना प्यार खुद समझोगे
मेरे कहे बिना ही तुम्हें खुद से दीदार होगा,
उसी रोज़ के आने के इंतज़ार में ज़िंदा हूँ
कि कब मेरा यार मेरा यार होगा|
October 6, 2013 § 36 Comments
I’ll see you
in every sunset
or inside the
bubbles of soap
I’ll find you
on the wing
of that parrot;
or at the
point where the
ocean is low.
I’ll meet you
at the place where
we first kissed;
the edges of
I’ll love you
at the tip
of the hour
on the backside