1st jan 2009
another year
another month
another day
another blast...
5 dead
many injured
many all the more scared
i am scared too...
the bombs ripped through my state today
a place too scarily close to my father's office
almost a whisker's difference
someone might have not been that lucky
some daughter, some son
some family, some one...
it was my state today
tomorrow it might be yours
the day after, some other's
i am tired of this cycle now..
this cycle of fear
this cycle of hatred
the goosebumps that show up every time at the back of my neck when a bearded man passes by
the shiver that runs down my spine when every time someone wishes 'salaam waleikum'
and the guilt that follows each time...
release me..
release me like you did the pigeons in front of taj with each blast that that threatened to deafen my ears
release me like the blood that flowed from all my brethren's veins in gujrat, kandhmal, mumbai, malegaon, guwahati and all the names in the list of your plans
release me like the words that flow all too easily from the mouth of all those who say 'these acts are severely condemned'...
let me be free
let me just die.......
2 comments:
very true... gawd!!!! I actually felt it... this brings it home for me... how the threat of bombs is such a live, real threat for you in assam... in a way in which it hasn't really been in my life so far, you know... gawd!!!!!
O dear...your poem felt like a shaft through my heart...and somehow, dont know why I'm feeling veryu guilty. Perhaps because I have not written a word about it. Everytime I hear of the blasts, I am so unsettled and disturbed that I just cannot get myself to let it out in my blogs. Will do that from next time on.
Glad I found your blog again. So how have you been doing Madri? You remember me right?
~ Nidarshana (now, Ann Dee)
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