THE PATRIOT


Submitted

In emotion

Will

And mind

To the greater call

Beyond self

Portrait

Of obedience

Representing realm glorious

Touch of immortality bestowed

Visitation

Among the finite

Like a gift gracious

Overflowing

With servitude model

Wholehearted

Ladies and gentlemen

The patriot

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AUSPICIOUS


Continued from last week’s ONE MOMENT IN TIME

“Right where they are now…wait a minute!” Came a gentle whisper as he lowered his hand, eyes fixed on the couple. He was peculiarly zeroing in on the lady’s arms. His counterpart had a fair understanding of the shades of moments and their accompanying significance. This one was not impotent.

The Patriot’s eyes were suddenly overflowing with life as the peasant duet came closer. He stood petrified, in a fixed gaze, as his counterpart looked on, mouth wide open, hands stuck to her chest. He reached out for the bundle of joy handed over to him in what depicted a flawlessly rehearsed script. Continue reading “AUSPICIOUS”

ONE MOMENT IN TIME!


Another day! A morning. At sunrise! One may as well have called it dawn…Yes! Especially that one… Dawn! Sometimes it’s all one and the same word, others one and the same thing. The distinctions on the shades there-in do not always stand out. Because the sting of the mundane renders one too many numbed til it doesn’t really matter.For one already saw it yesterday, there it is today, as expected, with tomorrow a sure bet in occurrence and fashion alike. Continue reading “ONE MOMENT IN TIME!”

CRY OF THE HUNTED


Some things just never change! It’s probably a proverb worthy of reflection that old habits die hard. From a layman’s point of view to the rocket scientist’s interpretation, some element of undisputed truth dwells in there. There exists a silent line in the broad scheme of things. A defining boundary beyond which self subtly and definitively translates to divine, almost with a tone of finality…fatally so. In tension filled successive sweeping waves characteristic of the self destruct, moments tick by. As sure as the sunset, it is only a matter of time! Always. Continue reading “CRY OF THE HUNTED”

SOUND OF THE WIND


“…It blows as it pleases, you hear its sound but cannot tell where it comes from or where it’s going…like the Sound of the Wind.”

The Patriot hurriedly rose to his feet and rubbed his eyes vigorously like one in a daze. He quickly glanced at his side reaching out for his javelin stuck on to the ground then strode forth in what was reminiscent of a-tiptoe to collect his shoes. His heart was racing as he bent to fasten the straps on, his eyes warily darting to the left and right simultaneously! Continue reading “SOUND OF THE WIND”

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