The Soldier

Putting my insomnia to good use by writing this poem at 5:30 am this morning.

The Soldier....

Cacophonous, dizzying battles of the mind,
Quite the sketchy, Arduous affair.
No lines drawn on these battlefields,
To demarcate limits or borders.
And yet the battles rage on,
In Kitchens or Corporate Jungles.
Each having its predators and prey,
Each more simply complex than the other.

Tactics, strategies or boot licking,
To each his or her own rules for success.
The lines of sanity blur soon with the thirst for acceptance or power,
How soon before the predator becomes the prey?
The jungles have their rigid rules,
Kill or be killed being the primary one.
How long before a soldier becomes a savage?
Feeding off his own pride, lust and greed.

Tough to stay put and stand ones ground in these battles,
But the soldier must conquer his mind first for the Win.
In no jungle is there any scope for the weak,
But weakness or strength is for the soldier to define and question.
Is it worth losing humanity for the wars of the mind?
Or is it too easy to follow the herd and become a sheep?
Defiance is often taken as insubordination in a jungle.
Punished, mocked at, ostracized.
Yet these battles would be futile if they meant nothing and lead nowhere,
With the burden of choice hanging quite heavily on the soldier.

Your Smile

A million things beautiful hidden in your smile,
Hope that transcends my fears and everything dreary in the world.
Don't lose it my dear in the strife of  this life,
Among things mundane, humdrum and insane in here.

Do you know how infectious your smile can be?
Like a warm stroke of sunlight on a chilly winter day.
You know not the power of something as simple as this,
How you save lives everyday with such simple warmth.

I am amazed that you know not the potential that you have,
That you undermine your gifts and their effects on people.
Let me show you what you are all about my dear,
In a mirror that shows the constructive path of love and hope....

Passersby

Hi..just wrote my first post birthday poem for 2016.
So here goes..

Passersby....
By Kuheli Roy aka Kasak

Indeed it would be queer to cross paths without a glance,
Committing the other to memory.
Not a word spoken, no dream shared,
Just a series of random coincidences for meetings they know not they have had.

Or do they?

In that split second of passage,
Who knows what's in store for them.
For they have shared more than it may so seem to the mundane - time,
No matter how short it may be or long enough for destiny.

Isn't time relative?

Mine....

Welcome to my world,
My love is all for you to take.
If you see me..but would you?
In this world of spectacular sights and sounds,
Where would you find me?
I may be lost to you or maybe u will miss me....
I don't want either.
What i really want is your totality and I do not have conditions.

Maybe certain expectations arising out of this human existence,
Who are you to me but for the other half of myself!
Your absence and your presence blend into each other,
Colouring my universe in myriad hues.
You might be the best or the worst that can be to the world,
But all I can think of you is that You are mine and all that I wanted Mine to be.....