Tomake Bola Hoyeni

Chuti

From a torn note....

Pic Courtsey: Internet


As i walked passed the dark alley
I felt the cold tug of the shadows..
The screaming sirens of the city,
of the firebrigades..of ambulance...and us.
The shouts of laughter and pain.
The cornucopia of forgotten miseries..
and I walked on.

As i stand on the terrace..at the edge..
Swaying in the winds..I see a lie..
a lie..that we bear everyday..
a lie that paints us black..
with a stigma of ego and pessimism.
And i feel, the wind's mercy..and its push.

And the last thing, I remember..
are the cries of the city below me..
The hungry mob...tearing each other down..
Flesh by flesh...blood by blood.


And everything else is just one bad dream...

A Black Hope.

Pic Courtsey: Internet

In memory of 11th July, 2006 Train Bombings...26/11 ....German Bakery Blast...12th July, 2011 Mumbai Blasts....those who gave their lives unnecessarily...Ankik Da....Anindyee...and soo many young lives that blew out in that strong wind of violence... and hatred.

There was light...once...long ago...
and there were beliefs
There were smiles which turned into cries..
humans stabbed...killed and torn.
and 'sighs'.

Little dreams shattered..hacked and murdered...
Will you stand among the corpse and sympathize?
Will you even drop a tear...
or just 'sigh' and move on.

Denial...Will your sons and daughters know what you did??
Or will they lie in the heap of lifelessness..
while you smile and shake hands with evil
and smear your hand with bloods...
which was once yours???

I can see a white flag flying high...
drenched in sweat...
with stains of blood..
turned black.

God Bless You.