That day ...

That day , like most days , my eyes moved stealthily just to catch a small glimpse of her - - she was there , gently holding a rose in her palms. The dainty flower, radiant as the vivd sight in my memory, lying blissfull and silent at the center of her attention.

Ensconced in a green chair ,her arms outstretched a tad ,elbows resting calmly on the office table.Brown hair in slight curves hung over her forward leaning shoulders ..fingers softly turned the slender stem of the yellow flower ...the slow movement appeared to turn back time ...taking her away ...thoughts, as if transparent, floating question in a whisper ...

It was women's day and I realised something that morning.

Rahul

AND NOW ITS YOUR TIME.......

Hour of wolves feasting on manflesh,
Fed & let loose by nocturnal allies & backstabbing neigbours,
Self proclaimed Men of god end lives in the name of God.

Lost sons & daughters long for vengance .
A home divided within,
Hyenas & vultures dressed in white appear in no time .
Nation's jugular bleeds, heart weeps & blood gushes from stabbed back.

Long into the night sons answer call of duty,Innocents relieved ,
Terror is smoked out and killed by count.
Anxiety doused, Anger still pulsating in the viens .

We do not rejoice. Songs of victory are coming none.
We mourn the dead & lend silence for the brave.
We look to crying mothers and to the heavens ...He is not unjust.

Make your prayers ......when we come after your brothers.
God is on our side.
And even if he's not....... make no mistake ..... We will bring you down .

Rahul

posted on www.perspective-goal.blogspot.com on 30th Nov 2008. ( couple of days after Mumbai attacks)