The bridge of light.!!

He was the street of fire,
I was the bridge of light;
Once we met each other
All i had, is to offer a sit beside .

Slowly the time happened ;
With it happened the fate,,
We both remained our selves;
For a change,it was too late.

now i am a part of a story
He is the verse of someone's poem
We are playing each other's part
It is called the life game.

I brought myself to the deepest sea
To reach where,the moon's shadow fight
I don't know about the street of fire,
I am still the bridge of light..
                   

   -Sudipa Adak

The fighter with pen

Not a slave of gun,
He was a fighter with pen,,
Diary was his war field
Unfinished storie was the villain

Every raid of the scribbled words,
Use to make him writhe  in discomfort ,,
The empty pages,scattered ink,
 the soldier left behind every thing

He came back this winter
Badges in his chest;face sparkling in glory
Following him came an unfold diary
The wrapped tri-color will narrate the rest of the story