NK's World

            "A dad's steadfast aura " The man who smiles at my delight And feels misery while I am in it The moment I meet him, his heart beats Beats only at joy, the joy of my sight The conflicts he faces are nowhere As they are left behind for love His love extends like the ocean that can engulf me But he, like Poseidon, won't allow me to We look alike but were born in distant times Even the mighty time couldn't discrete us Since we are the conjoined twins of the time I am the Sun to him and he constantly orbits around me And guards me from all evil eyes From dawn until my dusk.

             To the Sister of Mine... To the sister of mine. Who stayed beside me for years I could remember well, the giggles we had The thoughts we shared and struggles we had Life drove us into many plights Our tireless fights comes to my mind Looking back now it makes me laugh After all it couldn't break our bond The bond, ordained by the God  I wish we had shared the same womb. To the sister of mine, to whom I write this.

           "The unstoppable grit" The runners are ready and tightened. Now I come to the shore where the sun glazes upon me. The track is full of sand, and the air scents salty. Beyond lies my destination far away. It seemed harsh, and my mind told , "Do it." My legs took on the race, leaving behind every regret. In the journey, there were peaks and valleys. But they couldn't shake off my persistence. After reaching halfway, the struggle became more challenging. My legs started trembling, and my eyes looked back at the path. Turning my head forward 'against my will; I could see my destination getting closer. My lungs were about to explode, and I grasped more breath. To continue the course and finally achieve it.

                     Behind every Veils People often put on masks these days  To hide their emotions and motives.  The real one is concealed with different masks  And the feelings are left behind with it.  Considering the colossal use of masks,  the countenance shown before us cannot be justified Now there is a bafflement within ourselves  as to which masks to wear before each person  the mask that fiddles with our reality and persuades us into falseness and deception; Producing a set of actors who distort their own reality.

                 "The Shades of War" The country is illuminated with an emerald green painting In which the land is ravaged in the name of warfare Men in wave-green pattern move around the field Now everything is turned into brown shades They depict the turning of time; The time that ruins existence and survival There they hold weapons and artillery That massacre mankind over decades On the brown, there are splashes of blood Making the art puzzled with excess colors Unable to portray its concrete face.

                       The Almighty Am I alone? No, not at all. Oh Almighty, you lift me up. I don't fear backstabbers, as a shield protects my back. There is a mighty sword laying before me to vanquish my foes. He hides me in his cocoon that surrounds me, preparing me for a tough battle. Not only does he surround me, but he also resides in my inner shrine. Blessed are those who take him into their hearts. The liberator of our sins and provider of ecstasies. Is there anything more you could offer us? Is there anything I should fear? Is there anyone who could oppose me in your presence? How can I satisfy your desires with these feeble mortal hands? Tell me, Oh Almighty.