Friday, November 28, 2008

Blood Soaked Mirage


They burned the tree
That owned my soul.
Using the womb as a weapon
To suffocate the desire…of survival.

They took me to the gallows
And death smiled
All I could do was smile back
The fear of light…as I walked out of darkness

They felled the mighty oak
The shadow
Of what once was might.
But, remorse was not what they felt

They killed.
For the guilty pleasure
Of the taste of blood
Killed…out of fear of me

Annihilation is what they want for me
Order of death is proclaimed…
Yet they cannot kill what is me…
For I am not a man…just an apparition

So they burned the tree
That owned my soul
And when, enough men have died
Maybe, we will be free


....EXPRESSING SOLIDARITY WITH MY FRIENDS IN MUMBAI AND TELLING THOSE WHO FEEL THEY CAN SHOCK US INTO SUBMISSION...WE ARE AND WILL ALWAYS BE INDIANS.
MAY THE SOULS OF THE DECEASED REST IN PEACE

2 comments:

Apeksha said...

it is strong....it is bold...ant its unshaken....i love the resolve....that shows you're not unnerved....yes we are proud n brave indians...who may fear death...but can face dangers bravely even then....and move on.....its true n pure to its last word....keep writing

Thursday's child has far to go.... said...

That's the Spirit, dear!! Brilliant words.... Words can never be enough to write on this event...yours have succeeded to a great extent!!