Friday, May 10, 2013

To be or not?

Dropped his armor,
It slowed him down.

If at all he should,
He will lay one last bait.

Fear, he had none.

He'd take one shot at the beast,
And put to an end, this heist.

He will either kill,
or death shall be his tonight.

He looks prepared,
For this one last fight.

And this tiny piece of land,
Shall be the witness first hand.

To the heroics of this brave man,
The last one, of his clan.

Faced by mankind's most perilous question-
" To be or not"?


Looks wiped clean,
The earth.
The air too.

Smells like, Satiation
Like exasperation
Like a poet's inspiration.

The perfect morning!

Standing at the sixth floor,
He finishes his cigarette,
And goes off to bed.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Of sons and fathers

This one,
doesn't taste good,
when not served cold.

It does,
when  it's chilled..

They might call it revenge..
I plainly call it-
A mug of beer.'

Half-developed insights,
of half developed minds,
Meet their fathers now.

Right here!
Yes, right now.
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