A Lesson to Leeches


lesson to leeches

The leeches are coming…
Hungry for blood, feasting on despair.
Shunting time on their way,
destroying helpless lives beyond repair.

The leeches are coming…
Shrewdly forging deals of death.
Delivering oblivion to those who fight,
hell resounding in every breath.

The leeches are coming…
To break our gilded cages.
To earn us a solemn right to die,
something denied to us for ages.

The leeches are coming…
Feeding on our own carcasses.
Kindled by the very fire,
ignited by our brainless masses.

The leeches are coming…
Their torsos merging with their shadows.
Sensing frustration and desperation,
enticed by the smell of our sorrows.

The leeches are coming…
Their faces vindictive with malice.
Numbering our days of survival,
and the fate of the world in a trice.


Let the leeches come…
for all that they are worth.
We will fight back and save
the destiny of our dear earth.

Let the leeches come…
and show us all that they have got.
We will show them the way to hell,
where peacefully may they rot.

Let the leeches come…
and face the magic of our visions.
Free from the ancient bonds,
we will unite the needless divisions.

Let the leeches come…
flying with all their might.
Our wings of fire will burn
the wretched creatures in their flight.

Let the leeches come…
to eliminate our very existence.
We are now beyond the strangling ties
and spirited in our resistance.

Let the leeches come…
For years have we let them haggle.
Now the dreamt moment is at hand –
A silent uproar and a merciless strangle.


NISHANK MEHTA  |  16.11.2007

War and Peace

war and peace

Streams of blood will flow…
The tortured flesh will squeal out woe.
The accursed reveille will rage a storm,
which will embrace every living form.

No man or mortal shall survive the ‘sacrifice’…
Hell is for sale, gentlemen…name your price.
The chilling shrieks of children will resonate
over the battlefield – cold and desolate.

The trenches dug deep within our chest
Will put lives of many unnamed to rest.
The sun that set may never rise again
As the tearful sky pours down endless rain.

Bodies strewn under the lifeless mist…
Vultures fly down for a lifetime’s feast.
We crave only for flesh and bone…
Men of hate have hearts of stone.

Umpteen olive branches we may give,
But many must die, so that some may live.
All may be fair in war, indeed…
But is war fair? O butchers! Pay heed…


Unless, over madness, better judgement prevails,
And deaf ears hear those desperate wails.
Seek the victory that needs to be sought,
Cease the war that was never meant to be fought.

Opportunity was never known to knock twice,
and not even once where it senses vice.
Absence of war is not always peace –
Harmony and unity are what we wish.

Let the smiles again light up their face,
And the grieving hearts find solace
For never again will those guns breath fire…
Everlasting peace is all we desire.

Let nations wash their bloodied hands
and seek peace over their stolen lands.
Bury the ghosts that shout for battle…
The time has come to prove our mettle.

The world needs healing; all must rise
Lest doom dawns before our helpless eyes.
Let tomorrow mark the arrival of perennial peace
Grab your chance – perform the curing kiss!


NISHANK MEHTA  |  01.09.2007