She sat in the calm serenity of the riverside
yet her anticipation made her twitch
she couldn't understand the depth of the emotion
and the river flowed on and the river flowed on

It was a strange sort of excitement
that overwhelmed her from within
which made sitting in peace by the river
feel like running in a meadow, breathless,
but the river flowed on the river flowed on

The hope and happiness spread through her veins
a warm glowy reassurance like feeling
as her mind leapt and bound around at lovely possibilities
of what is and what was to come
but the river flowed on the river flowed on

She imagined herself so full of a music
that would play with the beat of her heart
and the notes would flow like the tears of happiness on her cheek
which was now as stark as the mist
but the river flowed on the river flowed on

And the lone white heart which longed for her one
beat its last ga-lump,
her lungs breathed the last breath, a soft kiss goodbye
and the river flowed on the river flowed on.................

Tonight i am close to tears,
Tonight my broken heart lays heavy in my chest,
Tonight the rain sings me a ballad,
Tonight the leaves on the trees weep in my sorrow,
Tonight the breeze tries to console me ever so slightly,
Tonight the church bell rings in the distance,
Tonight a woman wails in her sleep,
Tonight the thunder sounds her bugle of war,
Tonight the stroke of lightening takes a toll,
her sacrifice to the heavens,
Tonight Gaia smiles a wicked smile,
Tonight my village dies  a fiery death,
and I stand here watch it be no more .... no more ..... no more ......

Who knew that we won't always be the people that we were.
The little girl with a carefree smile, Whatever happened to her?
All she does is frown all day, shout and fit and scream away.
Her giggles and laughter which knew no bounds, has morphed to snarls like that of hounds.

Sometimes, she still resembles her little self,
When she sees the rain or a starry elf.
There is still a semblance  of that happy child,
i keep trying to tell myself that she will be back in a while .

She misses being able to think no bounds, and admire all the sights and sounds.
to read and write and sleep all day, every day is an effort to keep the nightmares away.
I guess she has lost a part of who she was, which won't come back till the fire thaws.
Or maybe it will be back before the urn, to save her from life's icy burn.

Alone she stands in the battlefield
Bruised and battered not ready to yield
Brave she is , a soldier strong
Alone she's fought for a time too long
She will not falter she will not break
She will conquer every challenge she will take
Her wounds are heavy and they don't heal yet
But she will not rest till her goal is met
The end has come , she is hurt and bleeding but the fighting  is done
She is brave , she is a survivor and her battle stands won .....