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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

War and Peace


A reddish orange glow skimmed over the surface,
A tinge of green between interspaced.
Smooth frothy waves flew off the surface like a disturbed jelly.
It was signs of an evening sea.

A shade of darkness followed the setting sun.
And subduing to its heaviness, the
sun took its daily dip in the sea.

The sailor watched life going about in circles.
End of a phase, start of another.
The winged fliers, of colors many
That frequent the huge canvas above
Hadn't visited the spectating sailor today
He wondered where they went

The sea in front was at peace.
The lights behind him were loud.
Killing all peace of the art before him.

The Great Warship steered through the silent night.
Awaiting an impending war.
A lot of activity on deck,
white clothed, star marked sailors ran
around, carrying a sense of excitement.

The usual star blanketed sky
Was stabbed by colors of green, red and blue
And of smoke screens toxic.
The sea looked calm and pale,
Silently praying that the war
on its womb would pass,
with not much death of its
Scaled and finned inhabitants.

There was soft and distant muffling of sounds
beneath the green carpet muffled by
the loud bombs behind the sailor.
He reckoned it was the fishes
now weeping. Yearning the loss
Of their loved ones.
And then he realised!
How the sea was always
salty and teary.

Sky, Sea or Land!
A warzone choose.
Man loves himself so much,
that all these bounties are
worth less than his pride.
`Quicker than a wink of an eye,
can he give away all these.
Live now and regret later.
Alas, the pain is passed on, not experienced!