gunshots
and bombs
explode
.
lighting up
the sky
blowing out
lights
.
in
innocent eyes
.
burnt smell
of fireworks
linger
.
mixing
with that of
burnt flesh
drying blood
rotting minds
.
can we
smash the diya
and bombs
explode
.
lighting up
the sky
blowing out
lights
.
in
innocent eyes
.
burnt smell
of fireworks
linger
.
mixing
with that of
burnt flesh
drying blood
rotting minds
.
can we
smash the diya
.
instead
touch a life
light a smile
just once
each day
?
instead
touch a life
light a smile
just once
each day
?
8 comments:
boom boom and then some. i dont really miss diwali in india - dont like them "rassi bombs".
happy diwlai mate
Describes the tragedy aptly. However as i grow older i have this need to block darkness almost like spam. the mind freezes and the thot gets annihilated. so different from my mind of the youthful days, that courted intensity and felt it in every cell. There was romance even in tragedy then.
ra: ditto, my friend
smriti: age and caution can only be a smoke-screen. one can feel the ambres glowing. now is time to start the coutship again...:)))
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I hate the smell of crackers, but I love the spirit of diwali.
beautiful, shoon...
as always....
CG: Thanks for visiting.
preeti: Thanks, mon ami :)
Come back, shoon...
we are missing you...
Agree with C.Gray.....but why did you have to do a dark post on Diwali?!
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