"ALCHEMY" an attempt to make ourselves more socio-constructive and open minded.
THE FEEL OF A HEART, THE TRUTH BEHIND, THE NEED FOR A CHANGE, THE FACT BEHIND, THE TRUE LOVE AND JUST EVERYTHING YOUR HEARTS DESIRE ARE SPOKEN HERE
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‘HE’ AND ‘ME’
‘HE’ AND ‘ME’
All that has to be done has been done.
All that has to be packed is packed and wrapped.
All that has to be said is said and shed.
All that has to happen has already happened.
Days may not be electric
‘HE’, will find a new girl.
“A girl that is vibrant and lively.
A girl that is void of wrinkles.”
Sometimes, something are meant to happen.
There is a reason, a reason so good or bad.
It’s better to accept rather analyse.
It’s better to smile than frown.
Ever since, ‘He’, the one who I married left.
‘HE’, has been my soul and purpose.
‘HE’ is the one who brought me hope.
'HE' is the one who brought me life.
‘Those were the days’ when we carelessly roamed.’
Those were the days', where we held those matching trunks
And each other’s hands as we travelled around.
Those were the days that are long gone.
Today he is to set foot on a new venture.
A new journey; himself carrying both the trunks.
It is his journey and so I choose to be alone in this ‘savage’ world
I hopped, jumped and closed those trunks.
There he came, my ‘passionate’
Beautiful as the day I held him ‘naked’ in my hands.
Beautiful as the day he suckled my nipples and tasted my
Beautiful as the day when he first called me ‘ma’.
Packed and ready was he with his new backpack.
He has grown! But for me, still a kid.
I kept the old trunks aside;
For I understood ‘old trunks’ and ‘ma’ not needed more.
Sun, wearing its orange mask twists out.And the warriors after 2 long days are battling,Out already to stay alive.Our Chola-Kongu-Pallava army is battered and shattered;Our warriors are tired and weak;They are just avoiding death each time the Pandyan army strikes.They know that death is inevitable though butStill they hold their swords in their bleeding arms and continue to fight.
The Decision: In the battle encampment our warrior kings meet. Aparjithan, Aditan and Prithivipathi are deciding their fate.For the sake of their men,For the sake of holding their kingdoms still more long.For their sake of surviving They have planned to retreat.
Old Crippled Tiger Enters In Carried on a caravan Vijaya-cholan the Old tiger enters in.“Tigers don’t retreat, it is here we stand and fight.We shall march back victoriousOr we shall go back as fallen warriors.”For the love of freedomFor the pride of our nation,For the glory we ought to attain.For the Pennon o…