Mumbai Under Fire

It has happened again... the hand of terror has hit Mumbai with such power and force that the city is still reeling from its effects.. more than 125 are dead and 300 injured, there have been blasts at Ville Parle, Hilton towers, Taj hotel and even Cama & GT Hospitals(!!).. two taxis have been blown to smithereens, there is firing still going on at CST and Taj and terrorists are throwing grenades out of a five star hotel while holding 40 hostages inside!!

I am numbed into silence and cant seem to get myself out of this trance like state... dont feel like talking to anyone, just wanna sit and cry... and vent out my anger for these dastardly acts of terror... so many dead, so many injured... what action or motive justifies this killing of innocent people??? which god gives these people the sanction to take the lives of innocent men and women?? does the agony and trauma of the common man not mean anything??

How does anyone do this with a true conscience?? how does one wrong correct another wrong??? there are so many questions but no one to answer them.. in fact there are no answers... and while commandos risk their lives trying to flush out the terrorists out of Oberoi hotel and police and politicians start the damage control measures, people die and Mumbai burns..

Phoenix of My return

Just come back from a fantabulous trip at home!! Had almost forgotten what it feels to be taken care of and pampered by your loved ones... meeting old friends and family brings out so many old memories stashed away in some remote corners of the mind!! 

And when you talk about all the things you used to do in those 'Golden Days' it feels as if you have crossed a sea of eternity to go back to where you used to be.. but still somethings change.. and change for ever.. and even if all that you remember may have remained as it is, the fact is that change has already taken place inside you..

I feel I can catch this feeling,
But can not grasp it firm,
It’s something I might lose easily,
And toil forever to earn,

A nameless something, a silence;
I hear but can not learn,
A smoldering desire to look back,
To reach a moment, to burn..

When this sun goes scarlet,
It’s the blood of my days it burns,
When awake I am dreaming;
in dreams, realities churn,

The passing of time is hesitant,
Each moment crawling to yearn,
My naked soul I cover,
With threads of my own urn..

The pieces of sky I hold now,
I wish to imbibe and learn,

This waiting forever is eternal,
That’s all I ever earn,

The story does not end here,

This moment is yet to burn,

But each breath that I take,

Is a phoenix for my return!
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