Ola!How are you? I am Iptisha, not a writer but try to pen down my thoughts whenever I find time! Although this One shot has nothing to do with the show, it is written to introspect ourselves and the country in which we reside or belong.
Let's see if a small piece of work can make a difference...read review and discuss.
About Baawre: It is my new love! I am not single, but commited with...Baawre!
As my shadow is separated from my living corpse, my Breathflows erratic
I feel my skin being peeled, on broken dreams does my world survive
I have only you to rely on, please don't turn away from me
Time is stangant, life is purposeless
With frozen poise I still search for you
As I know you are there to protect me from the malevolence and mallice.
You were the one whom they trusted, You were the one whom they loved. They had so much faith, so much hope so much belief for You,but all fell apart. Like mended glass does that phase linger in the history of the Country India.
With Blood, With Tears, With Agony, With Fears, did they Live, did they Die. What was the Sin of those innumerable innocent hearts? What did they pay for?
Terror refuted to leave them, so did their anguish. You were the only one they could look forward to but you didn't help them either. They say God is supreme, but if you were supreme then why did they have to suffer the brutality? It was you who was supposed to rescue them, You were their ultimate family. This is Your world, they were Your children. There lay a difference though, some were not humans, and others were not destructors.
Twenty six Eleven, the peace breaker in history, remembering which the Nations mourn and Hearts twinge.The death call for countless innocents and the atrocious invaders.
They died a thousand deaths, hijacked in those rooms, their tears melted no hearts. Blood dripped as bullets pierced in their tender skin. Fire burnt them alive. Still they had hope in their hearts. A hope to live, a hope to see their family one last time, a hope to say a last good bye to their loved ones. Their hope lingered in their souls even when they had left the world. Brave hearts they were to still have hope and faith in you. Their families lost hope in you but regained with time. Still you did nothing as the terror continues... The victims as they were tagged as died the last final death when they were bombarded and shot. But did situations become any better after such a tearjerker incident? The Terror-Saga continues...
You are our Hope, you are our Sunshine.Only you alone can we depend on, rely on. You are our one and only succor.
There is no one of ours In this world of yours, we have no one to call ours. We have no shoulder to cry on, no one to wipe our tears off. We cannot behold this sight of wreckage and destruction. Here no one regards the other as family. No one is altruistic, no one is faithful. Laid to waste are the destitute of society, mourning in pain,in misery and remorse.
With tears in her eyes a mother carries the debris of her own blood, cries at her misfortune. She no more knows the purpose of living, as the society has brutually eradicated her soul her love. Amidst the smoke of gunfire lay innumerable people in blood and without flesh. How to put all the devastation to end? You enlighten us as we know no way out of the ever lasting desolation. We are innocent. For what are being punished?
Hatred welling over in the hearts of everyone is slaughtering us all alive. We are being butchered alive, yet no one stops being vicious. Its you and only you who can teach the invaders to love again as we want this world filled with thorns to once again become a beautifully adorned eden.
________________________________________________
________________________________________________
Always
Iptisha
________________________________________________
A/N:
A tribute to the innocent lives lost in the tragic attack.
A tribute to the who laid down their lives to save the innocent civilians.
