With daggers drawn and swords clashed of steel
With dauntless courage and linked suffering for feel
The merciful warrior forwarded amid fight and pity
For both his friends and foes
Now drenched in bloods of futility.

Frets and fears of egoism now laid aside
His only concern now became
To fight for the liberty of his mind
Not for diversions or for abandoned castled dearth
Not for the prized glory in the eyes of the world.
Driven to edge for his hatred of tyranny
He showered his message of dignity for all sundry
His hand extended for support without caste or creeds
Amid sanctity of sufferings and all hallowed deeds.

Scribing Bachittar Natak his dramatic verse
Wondrous play of nature amid works of divine
Worlds of action or of contemplation
Beyond the little thine or mine
In jungles of Trai & Machiwara his tortures confined.

Here where men hate and taste blood in consummation
Indifference in ignorance of vultured eliminations
Great loss of innocents of his sons he endured
Among bitter smites but his poise he secured
The Sant Sipahi then reluctantly took to his sword
To defend dignity of Hind against marauding hordes.

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STERILE SMILE.

Gloomy and remorse
A sterile smile
Stretched like a snare
Along the jagged wire.

Did you know the fury of my blood
Where deeds are mortgaged in duress
In darkness remote shifters of smile
Recovering grudgingly sanguine guile.

In crippled colours of cindered circles
Beneath the bowers of thousand showers
Where animated grief has stripped away
Incongruities of the heart’s desires.

Striding forward in awareness of dreams
Burdened with a pile of drunkard words
Like streaks of lightning in traces
Like crevices in some dirty faces
When the skies dripped in wintry stress.

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JOHANNES BRAHMS.

Soulful tumulted movements grounded in stoically melodic
Vast pools of sounds gliding in dire drumbeats of the heroic
A gift for the bleakness of being sealed in alchemical cistern
Heart stringed intense expressions within a dedicated discipline.

A chromatic boldness in harmony of some faltered age
Into the arms of tragedy defined by the controlled rage
An autumnal sojourn after the summerful of serene depart
An alpine calmness ushered in like high mountain romance
Moods of subdued confessions in an air of drowned sultry
Some virtuositic presence under long shadows of destiny.

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BITTER LEMON.

I want to cut my teeth
On the rind of a bitter lemon
And feel the veins of wintry night
Caught in eddies of the frozen lips.

To follow the paths of the sea
Or to the creatures of sultry nights
Places where agonies kept vigils
In tear stained cheeks after saline.

In the love I embraced
Within my arms some pallid form
But strident heart betrayed its strain
Catching breaths in some ancient morn.

Graces of dead leaves in splits
Half remembered tales of ancient bliss
Some strivings for hankerings of heart
Looking for solace in a venomed start.