THE MAURYAN CONSCIENCE

Silently soaked in blood so cold,

He became it, they became those,

Slowly, pecked by vultures and crows;

 Letting go of their mortal hold.

His self cried: "See thy dying men, 

O Thou Mighty! What have you done?

You took her man and loving son;

Making them sad and lone women.

You fought brave till end, and lost not.

Think, but who did you make so rich?

People will say, 'He conquered land,

Walking tall over dead that rot.'

You may build empires, of which,

Nothing remains in end, but sand!"

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THE YEARNING

She was standing at the door,

Staring at the empty pathway;

Through the cracking glass she wore;

Hoping he would come this day.

Her body was tired and weak.

She couldn't carry her fragile bone.

She still made his favorite steak;

Hoping, today she wouldn't eat alone.

Every time a car passed by,

She walked to the door quick;

Hoping it would enter the high

Gates of that old wrecked brick.

And every time it did not,

She looked up, with painful dismay,

at the clock and wishfully thought,

Its not the end of day.

The pendulum went to and fro.

She saw the steak turning cold.

But her son did not show,

Like he had promised and told.

The sun was no more.

It was the end of day.

She was still at the door,

Staring at the empty pathway...

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THE KISS

I woke up to that muffled rustle,

As she walked in fresh and bright;

From shower, like a flower after drizzle.

My eyes still fighting the intruding light;

Could see her petite slender frame,

Through her hazy white translucent gown;

Taking soft steps, closer she came;

And bent, as her loose hair went down.

The water droplets on her wet hair,

That shimmered like misty morning dew;

Trickled gently down that black lair;

Onto my parched skin, making it new.

Her feather soft fingers, teased my lip;

Like a little girl  frisking her toy.

My fingers glided down that curvy hip;

Wanting to see that smile, so coy.

Her rose blossom lips grazed mine;

Making me feel the taste of bliss;

And there we laid, lips in twine;

Lost in that sweet ephemeral kiss.

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THE WAIT

I walked on that lustrous sand,

As the sun kissed the seas;

With roses in my nervous hand;

Breaking a sweat in that breeze;

With each step closer to her,

My heart felt an extra beat.

As I came closer and closer,

I could hardly carry my feet.

There she was, still and calm;

Covered up in maples so new;

And basking in golden evening warm.

My lips murmured:"I love you!",

In a painful and husky tone;

Waiting long, for her to say.

She stayed still, under the stone;

"May be she'll say that someday",

I told myself, and walked away;

With salty tears, all the way.

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