Wither
Published by Sanket Rathod under clock, friends, I, letter, life, night, words on Thursday, August 18, 2011I've been down many roads,
Called a lot of places home.
Made more than a few friends
Intending to forget none.
Words may live forever,
Ink has a life of it's own.
My letters have lost all meaning,
The messenger goes on and on.
My clock keeps on ticking,
Night gives way to dawn.
The old unwilling to wither
Wishing to see the new born.
Down-trodden
Published by Sanket Rathod under feet, life, road, shoes on Friday, May 20, 2011I go many places
I walk many roads
Life's a bit down-trodden
A little fetid and a tad worn
But I keep moving
Going where my feet take me
But lately something's been a-prickling
A thorn now deeper a-poking
It's the truth I've stepped over
And choices I shouldn't have heeled to
The many lines I've toed over
And promises I should've stood up to
But I tread on
Patched, frayed and torn
Not a life I'd really choose
But lately I've just become my shoes
The reluctant assassin
Published by Sanket Rathod under death, gun, job, life, reluctant assassin on Monday, May 24, 2010The reluctant assassin
Picked up his gun again.
No. He wouldn't - couldn't do it.
Not because he swore any oath
But 'cuz his hands shook.
Take care of himself
He didn't want this way.
But this was his job,
Thus he earnt his bread.
Bang! He shot himself.
Swirly lights and loud drums
welcomed him at last -
Faint heart beats and ICU lights.
And after all lived on
The reluctant assassin.
Price
Published by Sanket Rathod under I, life, price, walk, you on Monday, March 17, 2008I walked on
Just for the fun of doing it.
Never knowing where to go.
And never wanting to.
And then you came
And made me want from life.
But that too came with a price
Of parting you.
My Life
Published by Sanket Rathod under life, path, walk on Saturday, April 21, 2007A moment at a time
A lifetime I live out
For tomorrow I wait
When I meet my life
Tomorrow reveals itself
Unleashing mist and fog
Hiding my way from me
Fencing me from my life
A step at a time
Towards my life I trot
Though unclear is the path
I see her not so far
Where will she lead me?
Where will I lead us?
My life still lies in fog
But hand in hand we’ll walk