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High above on a mountain 2

May 3rd, 2013
a war can always be fought,
but peace has it’s own glory.

you can always find men to die for a cause
but if you can build a generation of people 
who are ready to go all the way to keep peace,
to achieve the goal without the aid of a bullet,
you have actually added to the foundation of the society.

a war can always be fought,
but peace has it’s own glory.

give it a chance,
you know, peace;
give peace a chance.
worst that may happen is
you could loose,
but no-one in the history has ever lost a war,
the exchange of blood, thus started, has never stopped.

a war can always be fought,
but peace has it’s own glory.

the best that can happen is,
you may make a friend or two,
every legend that has made it to the history,
has friendship in it’s foundations.

I know, we know, the past,
hands given for friendship have been cut.
People approaching with pure heart 
have stepped into a grave.
but you see each such loss
has thus become a sacrifice.
a foundation for immortal songs.
and the roars which thus were born,
have returned victorious,
not only in fields but also in hearts.

Remember my brother,
a war can always be fought,
but peace has it’s own glory.

[always...give it a chance]


..apurva

The title

October 3rd, 2012

I know of no sunshine,

that left me alone.
I know of no winds 
that left me alone.
like the winds, the sky,
like the lands, the trees,
them all,
stand besides me.
even the sea,
complains not.
of me wandering 
away and back again to his shore.
But I hold a grudge,
against my fellow men,
for I find them not
respecting, loving, caressing 
their neighbour’s and own’s life.
Thus I ran away,
thus I planned again,
to run away from this mess.
but O holy sea,
I ask of thee to tell me,
why, why should I not.
For I wish to have a home,
a place, where my children can grow,
and I can rest for a moment,
knowing, the company them have
is human again.
…….apurva

a wave stronger

August 23rd, 2010

Hi, 

I did wrote a post in the morning. But oops! my phone’s browser did not support the posing. So was lost. Lost words. Do they hurt, They used to. But now! long story.  These days, I just watch them leave and wave them good bye.

” Words which get lost in space, live forever. ” They don’t have a writer’s tag..they spread all around like oxygen, spreading love. three cheers for the morning post.

Today, morning while having my coffee.. I decided, I will live life more interestingly. I will take charge, give life  a challenge, inturn it will make it more challenging. 

Well the post got lost, but the thought stayed. 

I met a man, different from others.  I am used to meeting people;  no strength or want to speak up(frankly). Everywhere I find a lot of people like that.

But this man! he had the strength to ask the questions straight. the strength of putting the point -  the direct questions  aiming at  ”trust”.  Showed the rare and highly appreciated quality-  termed as “handling critique”. I was amazed. These qualities are found mostly either in upper management or in armed forces. ( and some special industries which themselves generate this in the concerned). 

I hope this is a new wavefront. 
A poem headed towards you….
wave stronger
Just when the tide went down,
and the rocks were there on scene.
A wave headed my way,
filled with water held strong.
One born from a storm 
born on a  clear day.
the skies looked cloudy,
but the colors were white,
from horizon, approaching storm
with colors shining brightly.
Never had i felt
a storm made to create,
the waves grew stronger,
the stones began to melt.
approached with love of sky inside,
the fishes and shells- so bold
swam and shined bright.
storm in front still a clear sight.
Made of souls,
created with love and strenght
It had an attraction,
we set our sails.
Heading for the storm,
guided by winds,
there we were,
surrounded by beloved’s charm
Watched us merge,
into a new world,
flooding the grounds
graveyards,  filled with a new urge.
Urge to stay free, to live
with passion and love,
urge  to create,
a world ready to believe.
………….Apurva