By a chance of fate,

Or By a gamble of luck;

 Neither too early nor too late,

He met her who left him awestruck.

She was chirpy, and he was flirty,

They played it safe, didn't talk much;

None’s sleeves got dirty,

Not much they spoke, nothing special as such.

They spoke better through messages,

And soon they were acquainted with each other;

Little did they know that their bond was to last for ages,

They found more common interests as their conversations went further.

She made an effort to find him the perfect match,

Found no one and ended up in a catch;

He somehow knew why,

It was her who made him love-shy.

Time went by as he tried to woo her,

Some disastrous lows their relation did suffer,

But as true love would have it by it’s way,

She would now love him come what may.

                             'Ol' Fair Love' By Suhaas Putta.

Rise Against The Tide!

Through an eerie night,

Shone the lighthouse, bright;

Rose the tides with all their might,

This lighthouse looked as haunting as its height.

The town lay still and there was no sign of life anywhere,

Deadly calmness and bodies of the dead lay everywhere;

Down came thunder and brought rain with it at once,

The silence was now broken and one could hear a few shuns.

Through the din of the rain, a boat washed ashore,

Out they walked, not knowing what they had in store;

The man and his child walked into the city with care,

Little did they know, they were walking into a living nightmare!

As they walked through the mess of the dead,

They weren't shocked, they were surprised instead;

Down through the streets they saw familiar faces,

At the bottom of his heart, he prayed and left his graces.

As they, together, walked into the church,

They found the father in shock and in lurch;

All he said was, ‘With the god’s law you must abide,

To survive, Rise against the tide!’

                        ‘Rise Against the Tide’ By Suhaas Putta ©

Living with mistakes!

‘Tis said, glory is nothing without pain,

‘Tis said, from greed one must refrain,

‘Tis said, harming another is a deadly sin,

But sadly, truth be, No one is another’s kin.

By faith, in one another we must keep trust,

By greed, our relationships rust,

By god, we pray for courage,

By Satan, on one another we inflict rage.

In a world with people so full of themselves,

Where kings barely meet their elves,

In a world like this,

There is no such thing as bliss.

In one man’s growth, lies another’s jealousy,

In one man’s failure, lies another’s ecstasy,

In victories and failures, and in truths a lies,

There still are souls which reach out to the skies.

With every step you take towards your ambition,

Up go the stakes,

One thing follows like tradition,

‘Tis nothing but, ‘Living with mistakes’

                          ‘Living with mistakes’ By Suhaas Putta ©