To The Victor Go The Spoils

In every war that has been

The victor has told the story

Defiling opponents' names

Enhancing his own glory

It is inevitable, I suppose

That when such tales are told

Lies creep in to the narrative

And falsities manifold

And so when down the generations

These legends on are passed

The lies too, do accumulate

And a huge farce is amassed

……………………………………………………………………………

Which story has been told

To every child that is born

Ere slumber each night

And first thing again in the morn?

Which is the oldest fable

That man has ever weaved

And with the ancient legend

Many generations deceived?

It is that of religion, it is that of God

It is the question of how we came to be

How can I believe that this tale alone

Through all the eons has come unchanged to me?

What if this tale too

Like all others before

Was written by the victor

And inconsistencies bore?

Do we live by his rules

On the off chance he was right

Or do we set our minds free

To let it roam where it might?

I know not the answer
And 'til this answer be found
To a life of blind faith
I, at least, shan't be bound

Of Vegetarians

They would that all creatures live in harmony

Though be the cost of that harmony so dear

They would that we suffer for all eternity

Just so their consciences would be clear

The Path That Was Chosen

He strode upon the chosen path

Chosen for him by another

He was bound to it by the very love

That binds a child to his mother

He was tempted oft by fate and man

He resisted, exerting his will

He would not stray from his chosen path

His destiny he would fulfill

He continued as planned on course, on course

Not a foot did he put wrong

Never he wavered, never he faltered

His mother love burned still in him strong

But fate is wont to play many games

On the lives of righteous men

His whole life he had lived for her

But if she were to perish, what then? 

What was the point of all his endeavor?

What purpose was served by his pain?

For the one for whom he had worked all his life

By fate’s hand now lay slain

All the toils undertaken just for her joy

What good did it do now to this little boy?

He stood alone in the darkness, frozen

For he could no longer see the path that was chosen…

WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN

Whoever decided that Satan has to be a man? – Priyadarshini Dawn

WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN

There was a man and wife
Who loved each other so
Inseparable they were
As perfect couples go

They had made for themselves
A secluded spot for home
The garden buzzed with life
The river frothed with foam

This kind of glee
So heavenly
Was not a common sight
She laughed aloud
He gazed on, proud
For she set his world alight

But just one slip of the tongue it took
To shatter the very foundations
An existence based on the love of both
Was destroyed by one’s impatience

A passing remark, an innocent word
A moment when his guard was down
For the first time in many eons did
On her face bring an ugly frown

She took the comment to heart
She bore it in her mind
Her hands clasped and clawed
Her teeth did ominously grind

She could not bear the insult
Our fair mademoiselle
She turned his very existence
Into a living hell

He left her in despair
To find another place to live
He was a lonely man
But with a lot of love to give

With time his new beginning
Took shape in a beautiful land
He laid every brick himself
Tended every flower by hand

And so his new abode
Did all his worries erase
It was named by him “Heaven”
And it was unrivaled in grace

But even his departure could not
sate the woman’s desire
To see the man suffer
To see his world go down in fire

For she created a space
Most wretched to the eye
A place where all emotion
But Misery and Pain would die

Under her watchful eye
Such incredible destruction befell
Once all had been destroyed
She named the place “Hell”

They say hell hath no fury
Like a woman scorned
In truth, hell itself was thus
from the fury of woman born…