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Leo Jul 8
Beyond the masks of life,
Few men fight, to survive.
Our smiles , our lives come at a cost,
Paid not in coin , inked with blood,
Some battles won, some battles lost.

He ties his shoes, tightens his vest,
Ready as always to lay in eternal rest.
He kisses his AK , wears it across,
His parents bless him in his thoughts.

He lifts the fuse plug, ties it to his waist,
Remembering his Gods, he makes no haste.
His comrades bid him adieu,
A bond beyond blood ties them through.

The night... Still as water,
Sings to him,like flame to the moth.
A fine collection to its library,
Lives which it has already claimed.

He makes his way,
Through jungles new.
Bravery in his blood,
His forefathers smiling through the skies blue.

An unexpected noise, his breadth stops,
He clutches the AK tightly,
The wheel of time comes to a halt.
Shadows appear from the dark,
Four legs , wiggling tail and a friendly bark.
The pack surrounds him in no time,
Some friends at last,
A company through the night.

The devil bows to the brave,
The night shows the path engraved.
The destination now within his grasp,
He breathes a sigh of relief, at last.

Smiles, hugs and drinks welcome him through,
From a man to a warrior, among his crew.
The commanding officer wishes to speak,
How many of the bold,
Crawled under the devil's cheek.
Recollecting the boy says ' SEVEN...',
The call drops before he can say a word new.

He looks all around,
The pack is nowhere to be found.
But inked in his mind,
Are their memories bold and refined.

As he recites his tale to me,
Seven years have now gone.
I can still live through his eyes,
The tale of the 'SEVEN MEN',
He will carry to the grave along.....
Some heroes are destined for the shadows....
Leo Apr 6
Storms brew,
Hope rumbles,
Faith withers,
Nature rebuilds,
Man ventures,
Greed thrives,
Nature dies,
Storms brew....
Leo Apr 3
I see the summit,
A challenge, it seems,
Lying at the top,
A million shattered dreams.

I bid my loved ones farewell,
I promise at the end it will all be well..
But deep down I know...
Stands infront of me Satan,
At the doors of hell.

The climb is hard..
My body is sore,
The mind says no more...
Martial blood answers the call.
Death to Satan ,Victory be to God.

I pass the shattered dreams,
Names long forgotten, enroute I meet.
All that remains are bones and some skulls,
But the emotions say it all, wanting to yell....

Finally I reach the helm,
The air is fresh,
I have conquered the realm.

I look up and the joy disappears...
I take a deep breath,
another trail  appears,
I start walking, tightening my gear....

Another summit stands tall,
Luring the travellers , for the fall.
We chase them like moths to flame.
At the end , what do we gain?
For our loved ones we leave behind,
For our dreams, their sacrifices
We do not mind...

Wake up O great warrior,
This is Satans Game,
Do not be blind...
Do not be blind...
The harsh truth I see everyday
Leo Apr 1
To be a friend ..
Some stories , I must believe,
Some nights , I must not sleep,
Some calls ,I must weep,
Some days , I must argue.
Some places, I must fight.
Some times , I must let go,
But at the dawn of life,
When I have few breathes left in me,
I must remember them..
And with a smile.....Sleep.
Leo Mar 30
The music is serene,
The night is young.
Pretty smiles all around,
I am meant to be spell bound.

Some move with grace,
Others doing cardio just to match the pace.
My eyes bewitched by some,
Still with me ,stands noone.

The music begins to fade,
Some have a new friend.
Only for intimacy at the end ,
Still bewitched, stands my gaze.

As I drink my last cup,
She passes me by.
Her eyes wanting me to try,
Words stop at the end of my tongue,
I lower my gaze,
Finish my cup,
the night is still young.

As I walk out,
The spell begins to fade.
I look out at the streets,
Life shows its different shades.

The streets filled with poverty and disgrace,
Some sell their bodies,
With a smile at the helm,
hiding the pain.

I walk past them in to the woods,
The moonlight shines,
As bright as it could.

My home awaits it's master,
As I enter the door,
Silence follows thereafter.

I climb on  the bed slowly,
A kiss on the forehead.
It brings me peace,
She is sound asleep.

As I enter the realm of dreams,
The music rises slowly,
I offer her a drink, a dance and a bed.
For it is a Saturday,
And the night forever young.
The world through my eyes...
Leo Mar 28
For the world is a twisted place,
Demons lurk within.
Crimes hidden behind gentle smiles.
One wrong step,
And a grave dug beside.
To trust or not?
A question mark remains.
Here I rest my case....
Leo Mar 10
~The poet writes,
   The warrior fights,
   The boy thrives,
   But the lover dies.....

I spend these sleepless nights,
To love or be loved.
Am I to try?
But I did try
I failed...

I gave it my all,
But destiny seems to make me fall...
Not for love,
But reasons I yet not know.

I felt her warmth,
I saw her sleep,
I shouldered her to weep,
But how did malice creep?

Was she real or a dream?
Did she love me or..
Did it something else mean?
Did she love me for what I am,
Or did she never understand?

The poet, the warrior, the boy or the lover,
Which one did she know?
Did she miss all the others?
So much blinded by the snow....

Did she cheat?
Did she never desire to meet...?

Did she take me so seriously?
Did her heart not tell her what I meant.
Or what I wrote,
Was too hard to erode..

Why did she not care for me?
As if I was some stranger to be..

Why did they all turn their backs on me?
The mother, the sister and she...
Was I not loyal enough?
To be believed.

For her, I brought my loved ones pain,
At the end, I stand with no gain.

The lover,
Too gullible,
Too easily fooled...

I say no today,
No to them,
No to the world...

I embrace the isolation,
I give in to the pain,
Only for you, I gain,
Again and again...

To err is human, to forgive is divine,
Pain and chaos shall always be mine..
For the world is twisted,
Yet our destinies intertwine...

~The poet writes,
   The warrior fights,
   The boy thrives,
   But the lover dies.....
Not all love stories end like the fairy tale....
Some are better without ending....
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