Revival of Wasted Souls

The revival of wasted souls,

The ever awaited ritual,

Of blood and sand.

Can’t you hear the Salvation Army?

Marching steadily.

Can’t you hear the footsteps?

The brisk footsteps,

The intoxicating rhythms of arrival?

Who wants to bear that pain?

The slow torture,

Where the flesh is ripped off from the bones,

A game of merciless slaughter.

Revival, that’s what they say!

But I would say that’s a bloody massacre!

Promises of a distance future,

A future of peace, happiness and delight,

A future of pure freedom,

So many ways to express yourself!

Who wouldn’t want the revival?

Hope, it’s a strange feeling.

Hopeful is he, who dreams.

Dream now, of some distant future.
Some good times ahead.

Till then,

Let the Salvation Army do their job.

The Princess and the Pauper

Once upon a time,

In the center of all lands,

There lived a princess,

In the castle of golden sands.

All through the years,

She waited for her prince to come,

Who promised her hopes and dreams,

After he’s back, in a year or some.

And there was a pauper,

Oh, such a commoner he was!

Nobody ever heard of him,

Nobody cared what he does!

But one day, the commoner,

Saw the princess, in her floral white gown,

And he kept wondering all along,

Did a fairy from heaven suddenly come down?

And one certain evening,

When the sky was all dark,

The princess in her disguise, got lost,

In the narrow roads, where demons lurk.

Scared was the princess,

She cried out for help,

But she couldn’t find anyone,

All she saw there was herself!

But, amidst the dark corridors,

Suddenly, from somewhere,

Jumped along the pauper,

And told her “I am here”.

The princess was afraid,

Who to trust and whom to not,

But still the pauper tried to protect,

With the tiny knife he had got!

A violent battle then followed,

Under the pitch black sky,

The princess was trembling in fright,

She knew, someone was going to die!

At last the commoner won the war,

Yet he was severely hurt,

But in the end he managed,

Was to win the princess’s heart.

A new friendship began,

The princess and the commoner,

But rest of the people knew,

This had to break, sometime sooner!

They were happy with each other,

Day after day,

But one fine morning he heard,

The prince is coming—He is on his way!

Along ran the pauper,

To meet the princess at once,

To tell her how he needed her,

Just like a thousand splendid suns!

But he reached the castle,

Saw the princess in delight,

His hopes, suddenly blew away,

Hopes, which were once burning bright!

And the princess hugged him,

Cause she was waiting for that day,

Her prince was coming back,

All the wait was about to pay!

With smiles, the pauper,

Kissed the princess on her cheeks,

Leaned and whispered in her ears

“I am still there for you, all days and weeks!”

We don’t know the end,

It changes from time to time,

Who knows, someday you may,

Complete this unfinished rhyme!