Author: Aneesh Sathe

  • CStruck

    Cries of despair and joy ring out

    Bullets are shot and he goes ploughing through

    DooMLoRD has arrived

    Doing what he was meant tot do

    At his side RAB and .avi like hound dogs rounding up sheep

    Give push a nighthawk and bullets will shove you down

    cobra slithers with his deadly bite

    yobo towards you runs

    Of life you are quickly light

    M!THRAND!R with his shotgun

    Oh, how he spoils the close range fun.
    KillRoy is there but never arrives.

    High atop gargoyle is haunting,

    A sharp eyed Hector below

    His deadly muzzle at gargoyle pointing.

    Somewhere RABID is hiding, his ambushes to most daunting.

    There is Anubis and Don! that hold their ground.

    Then begins the next round….

    He ploughs,

    Shouts ring out…

  • Three Centimeters Short

    At the congregation of poets
    Words moved the world
    Words moved the heart
    With their pens they wrote
    Each line a beautiful thought
    As the evening meeting continued
    Each line they read
    Took them further
    Down beauty’s road
    Every step was a dream
    And they were free to roam
    Even as the night turned to dawn
    They went on and on
    With their dreams and thoughts
    They explored for miles and miles.
    When the words stopped
    They went home
    For their dreams could no longer cater
    Too bad, for you began
    Three centimeters later