Sunday, March 16, 2014

As the curtains swayed to a chilly draft
Her hands of the softest silk
Her shadow a ghost of the night

Dark and pale
Against the misty grey
Lay bared she, a lifeless but intoxicating sight

Her flowing white gown, caressing white marble
As she glided along, the hillside castle

Fleeing in the moonlit corridors
From an inevitable fate
The signs of death, so subtle

No walls did speak
Neither soldier nor servant
In life alone
In death alone

Her king shed a tear or two
In a ray of light
His hand though, red shone

Unspoken Words



What beauty lies
In a simple word
Of care, of love
But never heard

Lingering around
In awkward smiles
In longing eyes
Like a caged bird

Wanting much
To wander out
But shackled in
By lessons learned

Waiting in hope of being set free
By another unspoken word
The pyres lit high
Heavens they engulfed
Lest the skies unfold,
What had transpired

Massacre so grave
Never before witnessed
Legacies of the brave
Lay crushed and disgraced

Stench of the blood soaked soil
Sullied the holy air
Pleased weren’t the gods
For whom had been caused this despair

Cries of the wounded
Made a din as they bled
Vultures all around
Feasting on the dead

Kings and soldiers
All slain together
A sight so macabre
A lesson though learnt never

Widows left behind
And children in tow
To build a generation
Seeds of future to sow

To make them strong
And make them brave
And send them to war
To kill all over again