alive remain we, until grounded,
in depths of soil, as we are rooted.
a moment takes to uproot the base,
dry the leaves of existence, life devastates.
2nd November 2014 was a day of disaster for those innocents who went to witness an event .
Read my guest post about it on Vishal’s blog : http://vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com/2014/11/06/guest-post-soumya-vilekar-read-on/
This is an imaginary excerpt of a real incident.
The setting sun today spoke
of tragedies and sorrows
amidst the life of a day
the goblet of fire too
weeps at conjecture
left when its beloved in arms of the night miserable
the sweetness of melody,
the music of nature of its arrival…
haunting the innocent birds to their nests
shivers the sky
O! human, you knoweth not,
I worry for my beloved,
the immaculate earth, untill the next day ,
when I return
of the nights terror…
she sleeps alone, cuddling ,
while the sky cries,
the earth gets misty…
Alas! I must leave
to the fate of your own destiny.
from the window
of my room trepid,
while barges the first ray of gold
across my site camping
the melody of little thrush
echoing mildly …
hurl I the things next to me
at the thief , unscrupulous ,
forgets who the ethics code
to steal my sleep forever…
hark, the thrush is here
red glimpses amidst the bushes
forget I , my rage
smile at the welcomed ambience.