curiosity, concern, compassion and collaboration
could the curtains hold all the pain
that was inflicted on those
who reveled in life
only not knowing, when will it end
when will they be slain
today we remember them
and shed tears
but the tragedy is not about who is alive
and who is dead
but the fact that justice seems to elude
many whose hurts seem to fuel
the carnage insane
fragmented needs, scattered seeds, where are you, o Kaali!
whose gardens you will destroy next
whose curtains will you put on fire next
when will your anger be quenched
whose scarifce will measure up to your quest
are you just craving for the eternal attention
of all those who love you
and worship you
may be not, you are just a bit tired
you have found out the way
to some one’s yearning and eyes
it passes through a volcano of desires
that do not belong to this world
and are not so high
in your esteem so far
one can wait
through the prism of faith
when rainbows seem fragile
you hold to the tendril of a nervous gate
of a swan
on the bridge
over a river that is
not too steady
because glacials have melted
but the snow still covers many slopes
come and ski with me
donot worry about the cervices in the rocks
who cares
if the snow is not faithful
when rivers have dried
dont lose your way, my friend
there are lot of turns
and also some bend
in this road of life
that you have chosen with strife
now do not regret what
has beocme of your life
move, rise and stand up
again
walk steadily
and assail all the peaks
that you thought were meant
just for aside,
you have got to be
what you always have been