Rebels of the Romans

Written on the last day of NaPoWriMo:

I tried merging a war scene with poetry, and I think it has ruined the ‘poetic’ aspect in the poem, but here it is anyway. I had to try something new.

Mounting onto their horses, they rode ferociously

They knew they had to resist the Romans;

Catevellauni as they were, ‘the brave warriors’

Spilled out on either side, encasing the brutes within.

Arming themselves with every last spear,

And stripping themselves of clothing;

Coating themselves with a sea blue dye,

They lashed out at their foes, like the waves of an ocean.

Their united army looked like a gargantuan beast

One that cannot be slain with a single cut.

The foes looked red, what with their uniforms,

And retaliated with all their might.

Though their foes were outnumbered,

The army in red had a determination so strong.

They had great weapons, great brains

And had a silver spoon while they were born.

The Catevellauni were all rough lads

They were hunters, peasants and merchants.

While the mighty Roman legions had

Only those who fought well – warriors.

The Catevellauni charged forward

And shocked the entrapped Romans with sharp daggers.

The Romans hurled back flame-arrows

To protect their own skin.

The Iceni marched out of nowhere,

Into the human walls that encased the foes,

Where the Romans took out their arrows

In fear of losing their lives.

The javelins of the Iceni

Were strong and caused chaos.

The combined forces of the Catuvellauni and the Iceni

Put the Romans down.

And like barbarians did they celebrate

When they finally won the war.

It was the beginning of a new millennium,

And it had to start with war.

The wild Britons loved freedom

And so the Catevellauni and Iceni went to hunt

Later, the Venicones and Silures joined them

For the victory party.

Note: The Catuvellauni, Iceni, Venicones, Silures, etc are the british tribes (Britons) that fought against the Roman rule in England before 43 AD (before the establishment of the Roman rule in Britain — in AD 43 or so).

Additional info you may like to know: The Romans were civilized, while the Britons still led barbaric lives. They used some kind of dye to coat themselves with before waging war, to frighten their enemies. The Romans were the ones who used the sturdy tortoise formation to stand united against their enemies — the one that Amish has written about in his ‘Shiva trilogy’.

The British tribes along with the ones in Gaul (modern-day France) were called the ‘Celts’. Celtic languages are still spoken in Ireland, but my guess is that the original Celtic languages might’ve gone through a lot of transformations.

And yes, history is interesting. 🙂 Do read some.

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The university I got to call mine

Yesterday’s contribution for NaPoWriMo:

You were there, everyday

You were there, every minute

You gave me comfort,

You gave me shade.

You amused me with your astounding architecture

Of your labyrinthine corridors

And marble-white stairways

You were there

When I needed you,

When I felt lost.

You were there

To change my gloomy day

Into a busy one.

You kept me occupied,

You let me dream.

You tossed a few friends my way,

And good ones, at that.

You gave me the strength

To stand on a dais and blabber.

You told me where I was weak,

You made me assess myself.

You gave me a job,

You gave me your love,

And at last, you told me it’s all over.

Now I know I have to go.

With a reluctant goodbye,

I shall go.

Wrong choice

NaPoWriMo day 11:

Here’s today’s contribution! Another limerick (surprise, surprise!) I wrote about a shallow girl who fell for a cheater.

Heels as high as mountains, and cheeks a light pink;

Skirt flowing down to her ankles, liquid as a drink;

Lips red and shining with heavy lip gloss,

Mascara filled lashes and eyes as green as moss;

That man loved her for her money, little did she know or think.

The kite that slaughtered its mates – NaPoWriMo ’15

Here! I got another limerick for you guys! I’m beginning to think I won’t be able to write anything but limericks when I think of writing a poem. Anyway, here’s my contribution to NaPoWriMo for today.

Red as blood and light as breeze, you majestically flew

High in the sky, defeating the very last of the only few

Swelling with hauteur

Now, there’s none more superior

But alas, neither is there a mate to listen to your tales of rue.

See ya guys later, then! 🙂

Yet another poem

What is magic, if it’s not…

The air that we draw in.
The blood that runs through the veins.
The gravity that makes us fall.
The flowers that make things right.
The blue of crystal clear water.
The flames that turn us into ash.
The lingering smell of fresh pancakes.
The things that go bump in the night.
The frantic beating of an excited heart.
The lovely eggs of the mama birds.
The tranquil nighttime sky.

Well… this is similar to the one I wrote yesterday, but I felt I liked this version more. Although I do like that one too..

Typical Indian Summers – NaPoWriMo ’15

I have decided to participate in NaPoWriMo… better late than never, right? So here’s my contribution for today. I have a simple limerick to start it off with, although I did write a poem and post it on this blog for NaPoWriMo yesterday too..

Summer came, and brought melons and sweat along;

Birds that passed by sang melancholy songs,

For it is another day

To not have one’s way,

What with the stench so complacent and strong.