This thread shall be used to post Poems only The voice of an immortal solider I clutch my rifle and march on Without any complaint or any qualms I believe in my self and my regiment To me death is better than dishonor As I march to the tunes that called my Forbears to battle I seek their blessings to fight and win But if the situation calls for my life I shall give it so that my brothers in arms may win the battle for me I fight for the nation that’s my Mother and the regiment that’s my brother Even if I fall in battle I know that I shall not be left behind Even as I here my Last orders as the Last post or the taps And lay to rest I know that my mother shall take care of my family As I took care of them And as time goes on they call me the Sky solider or the immortal solider For iam the sentry that keeps a vigil on my nations borders even in death
The journey called life We all go on journeys Some happy some sad But we yet don’t recognize That we haven’t completed our grandest journey yet We take it value that we live every day But doesn’t think that it was just a waypoint in our journey On this journey of four days we meet many a persons And stay at many inns. But the Fun part of this journey is its suspense We shall never know when our Journey shall end So till that day keep walking and enjoying the Journey called life
Thank you An ode of a fallen solider I answered my nations call when it needed me the most I fought for her when her Integrity was at risk For me no risk is graver or bigger than the risk that my nation faces For her I joined and for her I fight for she is the one I love the most I ask of you noting bigger ho my people then to give me the respect that I deserve Even In my final farewell I shall ask only one boon to the almighty. Ho gods give me one more birth to serve my nation and sleep in her Lap once more Dedicated To the civilian and military defense force personnel who gave their lives in the defenses of the nation on 26/11
My country I am the child of a country who has changed the world My land is filled with chirping birds and rolling hills Guarded by the Himalayas in the north And washed by the Indian Ocean in the south Draped in fertility and wearing 7 of the greatest rivers as her jewels She stands proud in all her splendor and glory Blind are those who criticize her for they don’t see her in true sprit She is the abode of traditions that are as old as human kind it self She is the grate mother of the world who taught the world to count and to speak Her philosophies still shape the world that we know A land of grate heroes and saints Who showed the world the path of righteousness and dedication to duty A land that turned conquers in to her children A land which embraced all the cultures that flowed in to her Just as the sea excepts all the rivers that flow in to it She is a land of striking contrast that gives her a distinct charm Above all she is my mother land INDIA
The Madras regiment We are the madrasis of the Madras regiment We have fought from assey to El al amine We are the men of the south where we sing the songs of valiant kings and martyrs We take inspiration from the stories of the cholas cheras and the zamorins We are the madrasis of the madras regiment In defense of our motherland we shall go any where and do any thing Always remembering the battles of colachel and that of Burma So ahead we march holding the Flag of our nation and our colors In the Highest regard and we fight for the Land and ashes of our forefathers
Childhood Ah Childhood the golden period No tensions no worries just joy Slumbers and Dreams galore For there no time as such Then comes school Teachers and books ho god Exams and games Holidays and planes Seems like a struggle but is a chore Then comes teens that’s when at the doorstep of a transition Childhood leaves you with a glinting eye and smile As if to say that it was fun But for sure it lives on in our memories As a sweet memory till the last day
Gen Y Gen y we are the Gen y We ask questions and seek answers We ridicule the previous generation’s thoughts We do things our way and the way we want to Not the way the others want us to do We were traumatized by wars And bought up by revolutions We give new twist to old things And call it remixes To us equal are both genders And free is the mind to wander We create cultures that are totally the Polar opposites We are National and International at the same time We believe in living life king size We have twisted languages and styles And now we are the ones leading the next big revolution That’s us for you in a nut shell
My dad I have a person to who I will be Indebted to all my life . A person who works hard and tirelessly to support his family He has toiled all his life but still calmly understates what he has done His is a big shoe to fill and big name to keep. In which endeavor I doubt myself. I am very proud to have him for my father I find words incapable to describe him He is a person who I look up to As my mentor, as my friend Many people have said that I will out do him But I don’t think so for he is a person of unmatched stature and persona Who I can only see and be a mute spectator of That grate person is my dad.
Memories Memories of a childhood that went by Memories of a school time that molded us Memories of a teenage that made us Memories of a collage that charted our future Memories of a Holiday that we loved Memories of a love that shall never come back Memories of a motherland that we miss Memories of a rain that came and went Memories of a life half spent Memories of memories to come Memories of a life to go And memories of memories that not go
Ode of the Highlanders On the wind swept hills and the shores of the Highest Loch We live in spirit and flesh The masteries of our lands confided to us through Generations In our bagpipes and kilts we carry forth the traditions Our way of life has been lost and yet preserved Our men fight with bravery next to mythical figures The wonders of our lands are mesmerizing and our music hauntingly wonderful No matter where you are once you come to the Scottish highlands You shall never forget it or the people of that land
My mother I would be half empty with out you For you are the one that Guides me If only words could express our bonds We find differences and similarities between us But still bind together To others you might be my Mother But to me you are my friend I can keep writing about you for an eternity But still never find enough pages to end writing about you How can I repay the Debt that I owe you ? I know that I can’t pay you in kind But I shall try to pay it in my love to you Because it is the only way I know to
Collage There is a magic in the word Collage There is an Image in the word collage The cold days and the hot coffee A place that makes you a rebel A place that makes you a lover Where Idiots become stars and mad men become geniuses But a place that makes a Teacher say “What the hell is this” Elections and education go hand in hand A place where tomorrow is born and today turns guard A place where teens turn to Youngsters and youngster to adults A place brimming with Ideas and the Cradle of revolutions and revelations But at the End some memories stay on as a generations passes the torch to the next And so the saga goes on it is time For a new set of madmen and Idiots to take the stage To play their part in the eternal play called collage .
Ho my motherland there isnt one moment that i dont think about you as far way as you are from me that close you are to me i know that you miss me as much i miss you on cold nights when i think about you i feel the wamth of your soil and that of your summers and when i am drenched in sweat i can feel that cool breeze that you send to comfort me then why is my mother that i cant see you some times i think that i am banished from your shores for an eternity and then when i see you in all your splendour and glory i wish to stay back in a land that i call my mother
this is the only way I can express my pain of being an NRI seriously it is not all Glitz and glamour here
My brother Congrats bro on your rise in your job Now you are a big manager and all Do you remember me at all? Or have you forgot me I know you might have Yesterday a flood gate of memories was opened The sweet and painful memories that you gifted me Ever Sinces that apocalyptic phone call Which “served” the entire bond we had? Threw me out in the cold still today I have been empty ever Sinces you left me It has changed my life a lot I shall not call you I shall not talk to you Because you are not the brother I know Loving and caring that brother is still with me there for i feel completed
