Friday, August 21, 2015

MAKE HASTE !

Oh dat wish of mine, dat I wished ages back, wish it comes true, before the wish fades!

That gust of wind, that smell of air, those starry nights, droplets of tear,
Those wandering meadows, that sepia skies, those meandering roads, those fire flies,

Stage is set, props are laid, seats are filled, curtain is raised.

Oh my wish, do make haste, the times now, or you are slayed.

With armour on, head gear on, sword in my hand, I am protecting you since dawn.

Millions of attackers, millions of doubts, the time is now or I am no more to shout,

Come my friend, come my mate, I am holding onto you, with my last breathe.
Sword in one hand, stained in blood, my other hand yearns, that grip of yours.

I m standing, as tall as I can, a moment late and  we will fail,
Oh my wish, do make haste, the time is now or you are slayed.


Tartare

It was during a college trip to Milan, Italy. We had a filling Italian buffet breakfast served in our hotel. But the site visit in the mor...