Searching- A saga ✔

5- One minute silence

One minute silence,

For those fallen figures,

Soldiers martyred,

Mania multiplying,

I blow out the lamps ,

In my home,

One by one,

One, I blow it out with all my anger,

Two, the anger reproduces, and I huff,

And puff and blow it out.

Three, anger morphs to frustration,

And I slap the third lamp down.

Four, madness beckons,

And in my insanity,

I strike it down.

Five, my lunacy shifts to grief,

And I gasp as I upset the lamp.

Six, I lose my senses,

And smother the smoldering wick,

Seven, my sorrow burns me,

And I burn down the burning lamp,

Eight, sorrow leaves,

Emptiness arrives,

And I suck the air needed,

For combustion.

Nine, hopelessness dances,

And I mindlessly choke it,

With my choking soul.

Ten, I drown in my own war,

And war the tenth down with my arms.

Eleven, I stifle my sobs,

That sabotage my heart,

And stifle the flaming blaze.

Twelve, tears stream down,

And I douse it with my tears,

For all those angels

I reach my temple.

And see the remaining lamps burning in there

I choke and douse them with my heart and tears,

And cry,

"I need revenge,

If it makes me soulless,

I do not care,

If it makes me inhumane,

I do not care,

If i am to be damned for the rest of eternity,

I . DO. NOT. CARE."

A solitary lamp lights up

on its own,

as if to question me,

I blow it down in reply,

It gutters.

And I shudder,

My surroundings bend.

And unbend.

Tune in and fold in.

To encompass and discriminate.

And I find myself,

Elsewhere....

As I stand tall,

Amidst the carnage in Kashmir,

Ashes flying in the wind,

Debris glowing from without,

Honor cascaded in heaps,

I am an avenging angel....

Fire breaks out from within,

Ashes stir up and the sky breaks up,

Conflagration ensues,

And I rise from the ashes....

To claim,

What is rightfully

Mine...

My country cries...

My people die...

My nation withers...

But I rise up burning with fury,

To claim...

The revenge promised,

And the retribution required,

I will not stop.

I'll grow and burn and burn,

And burn you in my way,

Mine is not a fire of hell,

For hell is cold,

But this is the fire from heaven,

And this heavenly fire,

Obeys the Law of Karma.

And I will smile,

As I see you skinned,

Alive.

Now you maintain,

One minute silence,

For your ensuing demise.

And I will come,

With my lover's arms,

To rip you apart, slowly.

Jai Hind!