The odour of jasmines and roses in the hushed environment packed with Army and freezed faces was paralyzed, the hidden sun behind the puling clouds mourned. Insulated in the ‘Tricolour‘ engulfed with blossoms he was lifted up by the ‘dead faces‘. The tricolour handed to the beloved one, her body was petrified, her eyes were turned into stone, she stepped backward. The trumpet started coordinating with 21 Canon salute, the daughter saluted the soldier with the glimmering eyes and the drop silently rolled down the cheek. The body was set on fire. The wind took the soldier with him, the sparks above the fire was as bright as the visage of the martyred and one more ‘warrior‘ exits.
The teenage blood in him was unlike others, racing in the veins and chasing victory was a glamour.
The chapter of the book was written on the clouds with rainbow, amidst with serenity, stoicism and fidelity.
Standing on one of million clouds still descrying at the Almighty sun, covets to touch it, covets to be a ‘soldier‘.
Years rolled, the diligent ventures owe him, in the fullness of time he was a soldier now.
And every one day proffered him agony and achievement, The shine of clinching, sparkles the dark.
The journey was never blooms and butterflies, the cactuses and monarch impinged every breathe.
The unicorn in the empyrean coloured his life and her existence buttered it and a daughter was a cherry on it.
Time flew, and an emergency called him back to the battalion.
Far behind the ‘heaps of sands‘ camouflaging himself very next odd second of his life to fortify the motherland. Struggling for every exhale, Endeavouring to survive.
Obscure about the rush in the nation, the political wrangles, intrigues, murders, thefts, the contemporary universal scenario.
Living his every breathe as his last a soldier is never on holiday.
Away from my life
I saw a dream,
My wife,
My queen,
My every breathe
Was for that vermilion
On her forehead.
My girl,
My bubble,
My every beat
Was for that dimples
On her cheeks.
My breathes and beats
Lies there,
But my world
Is here.
Away from the house,
I saw a dream.
And the war turned red bolded, the vermilion on her forehead whriled into the blood stain on his chest
And another soldier departs, with his name in the hearts.
My existence was never easy.
The situation was always freezy.
The snow,
The rain,
The sun,
The Strom,
Was never facile.
I sparkled the dark
And
Calmed the blizzard.
Now,
Settled in the sky,
As one in the million stars,
To glimmer the world,
And to make it shine.
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Anchal?