could the curtains hold all the pain

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!

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 eternalĀ  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

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

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