Tag Archives: poetry

you don’t have time


it’s disquieting

when you waste your life

thinking you have time

pink moon


alone on the terrace

gazing at the pink moon

thoughts of you abound



There was snow for miles together …icy cold winds freezing their faces through their army gear. Siachen was brutal, but more brutal were the enemy. The bravehearts had to protect their motherland. The soldiers could just see the enemy lines. Graupel hit hard as they marched on. the gloom of the whiteness stretched far and beyond. and then Bang! shattering the eerie silence…was it blood snow or blood…

sacrificing life

not a child’s game

motherland calls