Memory

Those twinkling beautiful eyes;

From the days I had first seen,

Many unspeakable truth lie;

Which define what love means.

That beautiful broad smile

Add the glowing expression on her face.

Brightens the surrounding more than a mile;

Makes my heart lose its regular pace.

I was always amused;

Seeing her face; burdened with anger.

I always had the impulse

To stare at her longer; indeed longer.

All these days;

I was unable to utter anything.

The untold tale, with me stays;

I can hear my heart sing.

I came across the conclusion;

Life is just a book of tales;

But nothing more,

And love is just the confusion;

Which becomes the memory of the yore.

Peace

Each second passing,

As the grains of sand;

Rolling out from the grip of fist,

And re- uniting with the land.

No trace of any living being,

As far as the vision captures; bare ground.

Bare sky without any birds flying;

Pin drop silence; can’t hear any sound.

Only the sound that touches the ear;

The rattling of weapons;

And the commotion of fear,

And the cry of widows and orphans.

What good is the war?

Shedding of blood and tear;

Corpse lying near and far,

And those alive, living with fear.

Let’s all unite,

And put hand on hand.

Put an end to all this fight,

And make our planet a better land.