Friday, February 14, 2014

The Winged Chariot of Our Time..

It was Red all around..
Blood streams, corpses, children crying..
Widows searching for their lost better halves..
Mothers for their beheaded, tortured n wounded sons..
Men roaring on their fellow mates and spreading the fire of hatred.
There was darkness around.
Faces were swollen.
Time unknown.
Stomachs murmuring hunger.
There was pain.
There was agony.
There was everything, but no Hope..
There was fury.
There was rage.
There was anger, but nor courage to Forgive neither Love..

They wore White but preached wrath.
They were everywhere and were masked.
They were men, but they weren't.
They were women. but they weren't.
They were mean than a transgender.
They ignited innocent minds,
Urged them to fight,
They gave color to each thought.
Colors of Green Crescent, of Saffron Tridents and sometimes White Crosses..
They fed their passion,
Controlled their brains,
And ate up their hearts..
They sacked their emotions,
They tied their eyes and trained them,
Even to plunge those breasts which fed them not milk but life n blood..

There wasn't light.
Eyes were blacked out,
Mouths shut,
Only dynamite and blood smelt in the air.
Schools which taught them how to read,
Sheltered their gaped and wounded living souls.
When dried loaves of bread was served,
They had no enmity left in them to fight for.
Children played.
Women smiled at each other.
They shared their agony of the rising onion price.
They thought of how to celebrate the up coming Harvest fest,
Nothing was left with them to sow and reap,
Than some seeds of expectation and aspiration..
Because life do fight back even through the hardest of untrodden ways..


Arjun M Surendran said...

Good work....really.....:)...

Rijoola said...

Arjun..thnx bro.. :)