The Cut

Swiftly did the dagger pierce

Slowly did the hand withdraw

Blood did drip out

Executed perfectly, was the plan, that he did draw

A butcher by blood profession

Mr. Cutter was his name

And rightly did he live up to this

For the incident did bring him to fame

The victim was none but a surgeon

His identity remains, but unknown

Just as unknown as the motive

Unknown? More like one of the devils own

Pure envy was behind the kill

That both Cutter and surgeon did similar a deed

But the surgeon gets more credit

Envy did block Cutter’s mind indeed

For how unwitfull is it to think

That to take a life is similar to saving a life

True, the cut was made too soon

That too with a nine-inch knife

Many a time does envy triumph

Over the heart’s true path…….but

Regretful is Mr. Cutter now

Over his foolish, cold cut!

: -C.S.Sailendra

Life As A Highway

Be it the work of good or bad

Both together make life

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad

But it is incomplete unless it has had

A bit of struggle, a bit of strife

Endless joy is baseless

Every wish being granted

Is pointless

And so would life be, unless

The bitter seed too, were counted

Where there is light, there is shadow

Both cannot be without the other

If grass be removed from the meadow

All that remains, is land, lifeless and hollow

Joy or pains, both have the same mother

Both together form the same root

Both absorb water for the same tree

The tree that will bear the fruit

The result of marching on with the same boot

Marching the march of life, knowing well that nothing is free

One can never have everything

One can never please everyone

Life is a song you must sing

Life is a story in which you are king

A story that is not always fun

All men are loved as much as hated

‘Tis fictional that all men will fight with you

Some will, in their minds, be differentiated

According to which, in the bad ranks, you will be rated

Nothing is false, nothing is true

Just as you may want some to fall

Some others will want to see you do so too

There is nothing wrong, nothing at all

Differences will always be a wall

That shall separate the sweet bud from the dew

Hence, think about what has been said

Life is one long highway

There is a road to be traveled ahead

That can only be done with a cool head

For after rain, there is always the sun’s ray

:-C.S.Sailendra



The View Of The Morning

As I lay half asleep on a cold winter morning

I could, from my glassy frame see

The moon of the night, absconding

To give way, to the daylight’s key

The yellow sphere started the ascend

And the stars began fading away,

In the bright sky, the clouds did commend

The day-creator’s triumphant ray

I arose to see the river below flowing past

The clarity showed by the visible river bed

Into the serene scene was I cast

Into the sky, the outline of birds was fed

Everything appeared to be

As if an invisible hand was moving here and there

Making all that I could see

Come alive into a landscape so fair

The trees were so evergreen

And the grassy plains were just like

That from an artistic work that I had once seen,

Indeed I could guess heaven was almost alike!

Unlike the other humanly things I would,

In everyday life observe, scorning

The thing bringing me much joy, is and should

Be, the view of the morning!

: -C.S.Sailendra