Gave love all I got,
would be enough I thought.
Turned out to be nought,
left me out to rot.
Felt no pain or anger,
filled my heart with hunger,
to make it last longer,
would that be a blunder?
Husky voice still do linger,
in my mind little stronger,
Like a warm coats in the winter,
making me into a thinker.
I’ve been here many times before,
without me even asking for.
Time to swim for the shore?
before my heart is sore?
Clenching my M16 so hard my knuckles starts to hurt,
with incessant rain, my uniform covered with sweat and dirt.
Tension hangs heavy as the thick fog, waiting for the go ahead,
brother-in-arms conveys with his eyes the tension without being said.
Deafening noise of shells that keeps falling nearby keeps reminding us of danger,
chunks of mud and rocks raining down with it feels larger and larger.
Some wise men said “There is no atheist in foxholes”
everyone praying they were somewhere else instead of this hellhole.
Brief break in pace of shooting allows me to peek over the trench,
my sense of smell is overwhelmed by the smell of rotten body stench.
Just as I was recovering from the urge to regurgitate my K-ration,
a bullet ricochet off my helmet leaving me with a dazed sensation.
New month of new year is about to come to an end,
It is time to chill and hangout with your family or friends.
To hang out at the local bar if you are so inclined!
or to catch up on your reading, if you are that kind!
You can binge watch on Netflix your favorite shows,
or dance in the club until they eventually close!
You could meet your sweetheart at the local lover’s point,
or do something which will be your life’s turning point.
Do whatever floats your boat and have a great weekend,
please just do not waste the time which is godsend.
Will see you guys on Monday if god is willing,
till then, hope you guys have weekend that’s very thrilling!
Where do we go from here is the open question,
raking my brain so hard yet there is only confusion.
Whether to continue or to live a life of seclusion,
can anything be done to this life we call delusion?
Why have so much negativity crept into my writing?
it used to be much more lively and exciting.
Is it just a reflection of state of my mind and soul?
with such heavy heart, how can one expect me to be whole?
Like a toy whose keys has all been unwind,
I stare at the window with an empty mind.
Striving hard to come up with something positive to say,
it looks like this is not likely to happen today.
If I shouted I love you in the deep forest will you hear it?
If I said I miss you on top of mountain will you sense it?
At this point in time will it even matter a bit?
what’s the use of acting like child and throwing a fit?
Just want you dear to know, if you ever need a helping hand,
shoulder to cry on, to unburden your worries, you know where I stand.
If you decide against it then I will see you in dreamland,
no matter what you decide to do dear, I will surely understand.
Anyway, I just dropped by to say Good Morning, have a Great Day,
have a Good Night and Sweet Dreams all in one, come what may.
It is really me dear, not my hormone talking on Monday!
it is matter of time before you dear realize it someday!