21 March 2011

War and Death

Pic. Courtesy: Internet


..Slowly he moved....
his trembling bloody hands...clutching the gun hard...
like the last piece of straw...in the flood...


More blood drizzled...
Hope...the only hope....
fight back...fight back...
and more blood....


Everyone is dead...and the valley is silent....
dead quiet..


A few voices now....
"Foes..."... hatred in their voice...
cold and evil....


He felt the bile in his mouth....
he held his gun hard...
and charged....


More blood...
hazy...he saw faces...filled with hate...
he saw nozzles...tunnels that lead to nowhere...


Charge!!! Charge!!!!!


Then he saw her....
Like a divine angel she walked passed everyone...
and stood by him...


Her fragrance filled his head..
He could feel her soft hair flowing beside him......
The perfect beauty....the maddening touch...




Each bullet drew a hole in him...
until nothing was left...
But a perforated lump of flesh and blood...



more blood.

1 whispers that i heard....:

the silent observer said...

lovely...