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Vachaspathi Aug 2017
The limitless times I try
The countless moments you die
A million instants I cry
I never wondered to ask why
No matter how many number of times I plant a rose on your grave, it keeps whithering implying that the good old times will never be back.
War
Vachaspathi Sep 2019
War
The fiery romance among the thousand guns annihilated the angel's nascent wings.
War
Vachaspathi Nov 2016
War
The soldier pointed the gun at the lad who stood on his knees
He is heavily wounded and is bleeding profusely
Before pulling the trigger, the soldier thought for a moment about the lad's mother
The months of pain it took her to conceive him, years of struggle to raise him, and the lifelong joy of motherhood he gave to her
All will be burned to ashes in a fraction of second
But then he remembered the sorrow of thousands of mothers who lost their daughters and sons
The soldier took a heavy breath, closed his eyes and did the deed
With tears in his eyes and a heavy soul he left the battlefield
**The soldier won the war on the ground but lost in his heart
Vachaspathi Apr 2017
One day I sat lonely in a lovely lush green field,
watching the gorgeous sunrise and listening to the melodious tunes of birds.
And then out of the blue, I heard a voice which said: "I love you".
That voice was so beautiful and euphonious, and it sent thunderous zeal across my veins.
I instantly fell in love with that and I was set on a pursuit to find it.
In search of that, I sailed many seas, scaled many mountains, and journeyed many skies but still couldn't find my dream figure.
Tired of all these, I sat there again in the same place and closed my eyes.
In all the silence I heard that voice again.
This time very loud and clear.
It came from the inside of me and all this time it was with me.
And at that moment I found my best and most precious friend...within!
“To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance” - Oscar Wilde
Vachaspathi Apr 2020
Your heart yearned for the love made from my wounds.
Vachaspathi Apr 2020
You are my name.
You are my game.
You are my fame.
You are what I became.

— The End —