Blood-Bath

At the far end of the horizon,

Sun is glowing red and ready to set with purpose


As history is written on the walls of the street

Wolves cry out loud and run over the edge

Paper weight stops and looks at the glass window,

Wonders what the fat lady is staring at


At the other end,

opposite a small mud hut in Kabul

the kid covers his face with little wet hands

he doesn't want to go to school



"why?", he asks.

Just walk!

One of the complex emotions we experience as city-dwellers is when we return to normalcy from a break at a beautiful forest. It brings with it such a roller coaster ride of emotions. As the miles turn to blocks, the daunting concrete skyline of the city looms on us like there is no tomorrow. At worst, it takes on the look of a devil ready to consume us head on. At best, the devil is asleep.

These may not be the most eloquent phrases to describe the feeling. Well - not any amount or style of language can even attempt to aptly represent the gigantic amount of loss.

The experience of the aching bones trying to grab the handle on the subway is nothing less than a heart break. Such a huge contrast from the day before, where everything you could lay hands on was either green in color or gold in heart.

Streets full of people look like someone sucked the wine out of life and left the mundane coke exhibit.

It pains to see that men have no option but to carry on with their normal lives. Even after they know that the joy of life lies not in what they do but desire. Beauty, as they said, may still be in the eye of the lucky beholder.

Or, as, the holy birds' excuse for staying at home goes:

"The owl loves it's nest in the ruins
The huma revels in making the king
The falcon will not leave the king's hand
And the wagtail pleads weakness"

Each bird to his own!