A Walk

Out of the dark that covers the land, 
I walk on this path unyielding and slow, 
Besides the shadows of the dark and unknown, 
The patter of my feet slowly grow, 

The ghosts of my past cry and bellow,
But I walk on unheeding and undeterred,
They reach out to grab me with ghastly hands, 
But my faith remains intact, neither shaken nor stirred.

As the rays of my conscience light up my soul, 
The shadows of darkness shorten in haste, 
My worries fade and my mind becomes light, 
And all my troubles are laid to waste, 

Just one sound echo's throughout, 
That of my steady footsteps in the slipping sand,
As I walk on this path unyielding and slow, 
Out of the dark that covers this land.

The Soldiers

The air was thin,the ground cold,
But yet they stood unafraid and bold,

Their blood was boiling,their eyes ablaze, 
Not a million bullets,could them hinder or faze, 

"How dare they set foot,how dare they come!
Onto our land,under our sun!"

"They shall pay,they shall die! 
This is our promise,we never lie!"

And so they stood,brothers in arms, 
To defend their people,to defend their farms,

Every pebble,every last grain of sand, 
They would take back of their beloved motherland

And as the war waged on,the brothers did part, 
But not before giving their soul,not before giving their heart,

And before their final breath,before their untimely demise,
They saw a majestic sight,in front of the gleaming sun rise,

They smiled as they fell with a final sigh,
Their beloved Tri Colour,flying forever high.

The Final

Where 32 stood, now just 2 remain, 
To battle for victory,to battle through pain,

Big teams and bigger names,
Failed to hold on to shattered dreams, 

New heroes made,New names forged, 
In our minds they are forever lodged, 

The Wall of Mexico, The Team from Rica, 
The Extraordinary Dribbler from Columbia,

The Swiss winger,The Flying Dutchman, 
A Brazilian trickster,A Portuguese hitman, 

All showed a burning fire, 
Forged by will and fueled by desire, 

But now they take a back seat, 
For now two giants of the game meet, 

One a team of ruthless efficiency, 
The other with a player of unmatched supremacy, 

The stage is set, the venue Brazil, 
For an epic battle of power and skill, 

In the end when finally the whistle does blow, 
One nation shall weep,the other roar!

The Legend

An ordinary man covered in a cage of armour,
No where could you find a face calmer,

Than was his in the face of battle,
Nothing and no one could him rattle.

And on he marched with sword in hand,
A single face in this massive band,

Of soldiers and farmers walking side by side,
To defend their country against this great tide,

Of barbarians and hooligans hungry for blood,
To be split and mixed with the soil and mud,

Of this great country of his,
Disrupted from it's state of peace and bliss.

The horn sounded and the war began,
The River of Red;it ran and ran.

For days and months the war did last,
Into the abyss of death a great number of men were cast.

But then came forth this ordinary man,
With blazing eyes like the wind he ran,

Weaving his way past soldiers alive and dead,
He filled the enemy with horror and dread.

He then leaped into the sky with all his might,
The leader fell as he lost forever his ambitious sight,

The sword driven into the heart and soul,
Of the enemy which perished into the dust and coal.

The king proclaimed a reward just,
His weight in gold and a bronze bust.

The man smiled a humble smile,
And was carried a hero for many a mile,

Confined forever to the history books to be,
A man no more,a God was he!

The Term End

It's the final frontier,

So hold back that tear

It's the final battle,

Try not to get rattled.

The sem's coming to an end,

Just beyond this term end.

It's the greatest test,

Even for the best of the best.

There's a storm coming,

Are you going to be running?

Or are you going to stand and fight,

For the marks that are your right.

There's nowhere to hide,

So just hang on to your ride.

Your brains going to be working in overdrive,

There's a storm coming...Can you survive?

Hypocritical World

We are parts of a hypocritical world,
Where happiness is bought with borrowed money,
And tears are wiped with blood stained hands.

Where the mind is but a shadow of social rules,
Defined not in clear white or black,
But a horrifyingly dark shade of grey.

Where the truth is preached through lying mouths,
Promises made with crossed fingers,
And we fend off backstabbing knives with knives of our own.

Where we tell children stories about fairies and elves,
But then proceed to scare them with imaginary monsters,
While hiding the ones in our soul.

Where kind hearted gestures are met with contempt,
Where angels conceal poisoned fangs,
And true heroes forever live in the shadows.

Welcome to Earth,
A home for 7 billion hearts but 14 billion faces.

Goodbye

It's time to say goodbye,
With a heavy heart and tearful eye,

With a smile on the face,
Knowing that this is life's pace,

Right in the center does it split us apart,
Like hitting the bull's eye with a dart,

We won't see each other for quite some time,
Hence to you I say in matching rhyme,

Oh what a dear friend you were,
We'll try to meet again in the future,

We'll talk about the good old days.
Over tea,coffee and a packet of Lays,

But for now dear friend it's time to say goodbye,
With a heavy heart and tearful eye.

Listen Up

Listen up carefully,come up close,
And please take off your headphones of Sony and Bose.

This is not exactly a rap song,
But neither is this very long,

So stop running away like mice,
And listen to my advice.

Life's not easy like the movies say,
It's really hard so don't you your sword lay.

Get up,stand up on your feet,
Don't let the world know that you are tired and beat.

Ignite that fire in your heart,
Hit the bull's eye with your dart,

Go on then,showcase your talent and art,
But don't stop there cause that's just the start

This song's coming to an end,
But for you dear friend,

This is just the beginning,it's the start of your life,
If anyone stops you just take out your knife.

You won't fight another battle,cause they'll all be a rout,
This is Indraneel speaking,over and out.

Flappy Bird

Your stay with us was short but in no way sweet,
You made us suffer so much;we are tired and beat!

We thought you were an ordinary little bird flying through the gaps,
Little did we know that the game was about more than just taps;

It was about concentration,patience,immaculate timing,
Desperation,hopelessness and a whole lot of whining.

Never before had we played such a frustrating game,
The fan,the lights,the screen,everything we would blame.

We felt like smashing our phone to small little bits,
But then a ray of hope;we'd finally reach double digits!

A simple game,who's physics is absurd,
Yet so addicting is this little Flappy Bird. 

Fallen to Rise

I thought i was ready to go toe to toe,

And beat every obstacle,challenge and foe.

That was however a big mistake of mine,

Not just a mistake,my biggest crime.

To my knees I was brought crashing down,

I looked like a fool and felt like a clown.

I was torn apart and ruthlessly destroyed,

My soul emptied and of any passion devoid.

Then within myself I found an ember burning,

A tiny spark and the gears started turning.

I pieced myself together slowly back,

And started searching for a plan of attack.

I now spread my wings of hope and fly,

Like the mighty eagle in the sky .

I have come back;back from the dead,

To take revenge for every word you said.

You wrote me off,that was unwise,

Now like the Phoenix I shall rise.