Terror

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They asked, ” How are the circumstances?
Still tense and unsafe?
Do you still have bomb blasts
Or meet terrorists?”

Speech failed and so did words
Thoughts raced further than they should
All attempts to describe the place
Went futile; all in vain

This had happened even before
They were national chauvinists
Unable to understand and comprehend
Beloved national can be wrong too.

They failed to acknowledge the land a conflict
For them it an integral part
But the truth lay hidden from them
Truth being the first casualty in conflict.

They trusted what media presented and
Politicians said; situations blown out of control
Being naive,thinking all was truth
Is that not how they ruined it?

Least aware about politics
How leaders used the issue for benefits
How cruel they could be with people
Diplomats and hypocrites .

They failedto know how people disappeared
And were killed in cold blood
No terrorist did so, but
Beloved security desirous of promotions

Neither they knew how voices were suppressed
Tear gases and bullets to shoo away
For them it was only water;
And didn’t sometimes police even protect them?

What they knew wasn’t whole of truth
A three year old can’t be a threat
They weren’t killing terrorists
It was a planned genocide!

Yet, not a word escaped lips
They were national chauvinists
Perceptions and beliefs would clash if expressed
And he, the only child of his mother!

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Alive!

And everyone around was a graveyard
carrying their own corpse around.
They still walked and talked as humans
but something was still dead in them.
They greeted cheerfully and worked hard
earned money and did jobs
yet their soul resided somewhere else
somewhere without masks and paints
Where an invitation was real
and a smile didn’t reveal fangs
Where eyes were not cold
and expressions real
Where people felt for each other
Humans don’t close their eyes to pain
They don’t simply ignore other’s agony.
You shout, cry, draw attention
Unless you are really dead.
And unless you are empathetic
You really are not human.
Their souls had left their place
replaced by mere walking corpses
And though they said they enjoy,
They yearned to be at a place
Where people were still alive!

At Fault?

It seemed something of a heart break
like asking for forgiveness after stabbing in back

Perplexed, she wondered
how had all this damage happened

there were thousands and thousands of thoughts
racing through, searching for a clue

Why? The question remained unchanged
seeking reasons? A series of endless questions

They desired a favor
something assertive for their being

but in course they made it difficult
how would she face the questions herself?

Her existence was put to risk
just for some convenience!

and the blame? Oh well
she seemed to be the most befitting

The role she always bagged!
Without an eye on consequences

Fires were shot!
Decisions made. And?

She bore the burnt and yet
they expected her unconditional support further?

How could a broken wall support a house?
How could a broken soul build a home?