Thursday, 7 August 2014

Genghis Khan


Dark sky retreats,
When the sun smiles
With golden wings
Lonely Kherlen murmurs
On the hooves of horses
Armor-clad men
With folded fists
And closed eyes
Call Tengri on lips –
‘A man from the sky’
Roars on horseback
‘No more delay guys’
For the battle of Wushabao
Stand on hind legs
Raising the front hooves
Neighs of horses heard of
Uf! It’s a journey
Thro’ jungle and
Blurred in dust till
They leave a trail,
Beat of the drums
Stokes fire in hearts
Of the dauntless
‘To begin thy history’
With the Jin armies
Swords clash and
Break peace everywhere
A few fly in air
Tumbling down those
Who are lost here?
The advancing troops
Feeling full numb
To tread on bodies
Strewn on ground
‘Victory’ is the chanting
The rest turns a deaf ear
Paying no heed to the
Blood oozing from wound
A robotic move, indeed,
Towards the enemy
‘Make a pincer move’
‘Attack’ from right wing,
A command unleashes
Volleys of arrows
A tough battle
A win-win is called for
Countless men confront on both
Hark, Siege on left
And land thy flag
Celebrate the win
For the Renaissance to come.

Sunday, 3 August 2014

To Ms. Thisbe

Fingers run thro’ nerves
To know of love in thy pulse
Pyramus, they chant in full
Come and talk on thy side
Thro’ a crevice in the wall
Stumbling blocks on the way warn:
Not to grumble and crawl
Love doth have the wonder
To chisel and throw with one go
Verbal volleys ‘re flown everywhere –
Teach thy ears not to bend,
What a crime, they see, in exchanging eyes?
Uf! How a dispute is playing havoc!
Finding fault with the locked souls
Hark! How they turn red-faced
Hearing us talk this way,
Meet and greet by a Mulberry tree
Before the sunset and the Moonrise,
Near the tomb of king Ninus
Outside the city gates, where
Thou start thy journey thro’
The streets of Babylon on tiptoe,
Heavily-veiled to escape the hands
For learning and exploring more on life.