Puzzling Words

The last piece of advice

Do not go gently in to the good night

Infinite thoughts, endless nights

What has this been advised for?

Who? When? Why?

It took many evening walks and

Dreams in the day to understand

Those precious words

Seared in my mind, my heart, my soul

And the moment I realized what

They mean, I kept faith in them

What they meant for me to never forget

Was to keep on fighting

For those I loved, for my beliefs,

For truth, and most of all,

To never stop fighting

For myself

For no one can control us

Except

Ourselves

The Intruders

The loud noises

Erupt in a fury

As their bases are infiltrated

And the enemy refuses to leave

Frustration crawls up their spine

As they attempt to fight back

And only too late do they realize

That although they achieved

A mere victory

They had only fought

To win

Against themselves

Holding On

I know that this is pretty late now but I was at camp for a week and had no access to the internet so I could not update and add stuff here. I'm sorry but at camp, I wrote a couple things, some of which are still in progress, and one of them was a short message for the victims of the Uttarakhand floods. If anyone wants to see what it was like, I will be putting up pictures with this. So anyways, all of the campers made cards with messages to the victims and due to the time given, I didn't write something long but short, sweet and simple.

A tragedy you have suffered

And we all hope to help

Through the distance

We feel what you have been through

The loss,

The pain, 

The sadness

But never think 

That distance would stop us

From giving you the strength

The love

And the hope

To get through it all

We pray for you

If you have any thoughts on the issue, you can express them in the comments. Thanks. :)

A Thief

A snap and the lock is broken

A push and the entrance revealed

Silent steps followed by a shadow

In the midst of the night

Takes what is not theirs

Priceless to the owner, it is

An abrupt noise startling the clever lad

A cry

Of terror? Of surprise? Of hatred? Of joy?

No, they could not tell so they ran

As fast as they could, as fast as they have ever run

A shrill voice called out "Thief! Thief!" ringing above and later,

Around the one who ran

While the lad ran, a realization hit their head

Where the importance of the stolen possession was lost

Tossing it away, they kept on running feeling lighter than before

Not once looking back to see the effects of their actions

Danger at Dusk

Sun rises, bird's wake up call

Sweet chirps in the morning

These sweet chirps go on all day

Until dusk when

Those birds fly home

To safety

Except

Few remain, unsafe, in danger, always

Chirp louder they do, attracting others

Towards them

These others seem nice, though nice they are not

Far from it they truly are

Expectations

Expectations

Unbeknownst to you

When they are set

Frustrated when you realize they are

Living up to them

Or trying to

Being

The hardest task of them all

Tick Tock

Time ticking

Always slowly slipping away

There when you seem to need it not

Lost when you wish it were on your side

But time

Takes no side

No matter how much

You need it

Want it

Think that you

Have captured it

Never forget that

Time is always

Ticking away

And it is one thing

That you will never get back

So

Use it wisely