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!
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