Friday, September 23, 2011

The cry


Black corpses and shattered fleshes…
Chaos, smoke and wreckage….
Smell of fresh blood lingers in the air
he is there, in that inferno,
running legs nearly stamping him, the wretched tot….
       
His bleeding hands,
Clutching a broken bangle of his lost little sister,
He sits,
Near a handful of ashes and bones-his mother,
He cries and cries all alone,
But this deaf, insane world will never hear

Flowers so bright and vivid
Bloomed in his dreams once….
Now they all wilt in the burning war…
He, now an orphaned, tattered kite,
in this black sky……


The lost love, the blithe childhood,
He will never find again
His little heart will be numb,
His weak eyes will be vengeful soon….


Though far away is he
His cry pierces the silence of this night
Rings badly in my ears,
His cry, a nightmare,
a sharp sword deep into my soul…



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15 comments:

  1. BikramSeptember 23, 2011 at 7:26 PM

    sad very sad ...

    Bikram's

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  2. fishduckySeptember 23, 2011 at 8:42 PM

    Beautifully done--but FRIGHTENING!

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  3. BaibaSeptember 24, 2011 at 7:44 AM

    this is terribly sad :(

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  4. snehaSeptember 24, 2011 at 12:49 PM

    i think this is ur best to date, hp.....way to go:)
    any recent stuff that inspired u to write this??

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  5. deepsSeptember 24, 2011 at 2:38 PM

    it leaves a lot for me to wonder...!!!
    ehem!

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  6. adithyasaravanaSeptember 24, 2011 at 5:02 PM

    so much of sorrow.. lost childhood indeed..

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  7. Crazy Life of a Writing MomSeptember 24, 2011 at 5:24 PM

    So sad. Very powerful. Completely moving!

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  8. RachitSeptember 25, 2011 at 3:27 PM

    got me to sit back and think :(

    Weakest LINK

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  9. br|shSeptember 27, 2011 at 4:42 PM

    thoughtful.

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  10. LMFSeptember 27, 2011 at 6:31 PM

    This was VERY moving. It literally made my brain stop thinking about the 10000 things it's usually filled with and just focused on this. Beautifully written. I'll be following :)

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  11. BaibaSeptember 28, 2011 at 11:58 PM

    thanks so much for the comment :) and the title means My name is Baiba =] i sure hope I can do it all ;D
    take care
    -B-

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  12. Ed PilollaSeptember 29, 2011 at 1:53 AM

    painful and real. this experience is part of our world. grim and gray with a flash of red is what i felt here. well done.

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  13. Crazy Life of a Writing MomSeptember 30, 2011 at 12:27 AM

    I'm having a blogfest as a tribute to people who have gone before us. I'd love it if you could check it out. I bet you'd write the most beautifully touching post.

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  14. TanviOctober 2, 2011 at 1:16 AM

    That's heartbreaking! :(

    ♡ from © tanvii.com

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