THUS MY TRYST WITH PEACE BEGAN..

 THUS MY TRYST WITH PEACE BEGAN

Thus my tryst with peace began,

So  am I feeling like a leaping fawn,

No trumpet or bugle was heard at dawn

Just those tweeting of birds,in my lawn.

To muse on the soldiery days of my life,

And the years I settled with solitude and strife,

I sat by the window sans misery and grief,

And lost in that pleasing divinely relief.

Fire in the mind, flames in the cranium I lived

Fraught with damn backpack, days spend not fed

Amongst the  rude terrains, a hermit life I led

 I recks it not, prefered death than drooping head.

 Blest with joy and love, I sat at the window,

With a mind atlast find its own place to flow,

 Time, indeed I found for the first time go slow,

When I betook myself to my dreams that glow.

Yet my heart aches when I look at my beret.

Those days I lived, it’s not easy to forget.

How fast the time, the great redeemer of lament,

Took my youth that I bequeath to my homeland . 

Now the parting pain shall fill my heart no more.

Let me wander a while on some blissful shore,

Those days, I need to dwelt calmly as before,

That I spend with family and friends galore.

THE END - THE BEGINNING

 The past all were passed away,
Remain, the glorious memories its decay.
Last day in vestment did the luck play,
Few gracious little moments, I got today...!






I felt blessed to be part of the procedure of drawing lots for admission in class-I in our KV today......It's said " The end of something is always the beginning of something else....." 

WOMEN'S DAY GIFT.....

Returning back after sending her kids to school, she saw him sitting in the  front room reading some  Newspapers.  With a smile on her face she slowly trudged toward him, beckoned him to sit down besideher, looked at him coyly and said,

“Honey, today is women’s day. I was thinking what should I giveto you on this occasion..?”

He leaned his head on her shoulder, felt the softness of her hair and said softly in her ear,

 “Darling, please give me something that I have never had, ever since you have come into my life ..”

She stood and thought about it for a moment and silently went inside the drawing room. When she came back, holding in her hand, aimed at him was a “Television Remote Control”.....

IT'S ALL THE SAME

As The Beret Hangs.....

 

Steadfast I lived with honor and pride....Never bowed my head to anyone but God...... Walked Upright and Talked out Loud... From my conscience is where the voices I heard..........

As The Beret Hangs…

Alone have I travelled in the realms of turbulence,

Lands beyond the sea and mountains seen…!

Along the life full of unplanned happenstance

Round many shacks and palaces have I been.

In the terrains of battle I’ve been taught,

Fear not the thorns for they only guide

To sweet little flowers hung somewhere upon your reach

In the aisles of soldiery life I’ve been told,

Not a drop of tear shall I shed out of pain

And not to take a penny oh! that is not mine.

Steadfast I lived with honor and pride

Never bowed my head to anyone but God.

Walked upright and talked out loud,

From my conscience is where the voices I heard.

Never had I scoff at poor and hapless,

Never had any scrimmage with friends and comrades.

And now in the middle of my life while I stands,

I can hear those Loving whispers that haunts.

As my heart longs to breath the native air,

I feel my strength decline and mind austere.

In one of those moments on my journey all alone,

I knelt down and made my head reclined upon them...!


P.S:- Let those " Glorified Refugees" and their Sycophants in the department be happy......God Save My department.....