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Devoted Atheist by Amit Kataria is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at devotedatheist.blogspot.com.

For all I am, a wandering soul
Where I will go nobody knows
Is this the end or the beginning
The road is long, I will carry on

Requiem for the Warriors

Far away in the land of mist
Mighty they rode with their heads high
Weary feet they tightened their fist
And rode their ferocious stallions up to the sky


The hardened warrior's memories of the delicate man
Of his mother's love and the lover's embrace
And the lonely roads where it all began
The reminiscence of past would indeed offer solace

As the thunderous clouds upon them fell
The lighting blared in their hands
For indomitable souls roared from heaven & hell
Lost, forgotten lay beneath the gritty sands

"O brother" cried the wounded battler in agony
"I'm free but you are still chained"
And touched the ground ebony
Like the morningbirds untamed


The mourning sky wept blood
And spread their wings, the flightless birds
To be swept away by the quietus flood
Obscured like the unspoken words


But far away in the misty land
Treachery and darkness reigns
Lost,forgotten above the reticent sand
Nothing but the mist remains

Far away in the misty land
Nothing but the mist remains.

The Man of Yesterday

I walked on endless roads for long
I have seen,felt and done it all
But somewhere still there is a longing
To hold the hand that slipped away

I remember the light was so bright
The shimmer had once caught my eye
But now I stare at the sun for hours
And still don't seem to be so satisfied

I look at my grim and aging face today
In hope to find the man of yesterday
But all is left are some shattered pieces
Which I still try to mend in vain

I still walk down the memory lane
To see you and your smiling face
But as I look beside at the empty chair
I blame the man of yesterday

I wish that he could see like me
That you were alone and trembling
Now he has changed but what is left for me
Broken pieces,regret and misery

I wonder if I could turn the hourglass
And escape this moment so melancholy
But who am I trying to blame
For I'm the man of yesterday

I walked on endless roads for long
I have seen,felt and done it all
But somewhere still there is a longing
To hold the hand that slipped away