#Terrorism#..A sTiGmA

As every day walks by, I drown in dreamy slumber anticipating a new dawn. But what if this slumber never breaks and tomorrow flys by. Just a boom and everything into ashes.

TERRORISM has crippled my dream of beholding India as a developed nation. Day after day, I see its arms snapping away the mirth of masses. Not a day goes by without the news of bomb blasts, terrorist attacks, bloodshed capturing our televisions. The pandemonium and strife created by terrorism has wrecked the economy of our country. The hue and cry of people have pierced the quiet. Every now and then, the brutal hands of terrorism stifle a son, a father to death. Terrorism has not only shattered buildings and towers but also the hopes of many aspirants and visionaries of India. It has rendered millions homeless, orphaned thousands and demolished the word "peace" in this world. It has impregnated a feeling of terror and awe in all of us. We've been confined to the walls of false solace that our life is secure. Even if the noise of gunshots calm down but the fear of death prevails. We have got so inured to this fear that the thought of terminating it often invades our mind but creates no difference.

But now we need to wake up and pulverize this fear before we are ssuccumbed by it. The day of awakening is not far, when each one of us will take the charge of battling terrorism. We can defeat terrorism by being more alarmed about the happenings around us, not giving any chance to those atrocious terrorists to play with our innocent lives. We must not let them turn every color to red. Let's make every minute worth living, deficient of dread, let's replace our hopelessness and lethargy with zeal and courage to fight back terrorism. We must not forget that unity is our strength. Let's be open-hearted to victims of terrorism. Lets destroy terrorism before it destroys us.

Now that the cries of agony hurt my ears and the sight of bloodshed blind my eyes, I ponder how humanity has descended to such a low level. Men are now after one another's blood. It's often easy to steal one's life away but it's tough to offer life to dead. I reckon humans have forgotten the basis of life - love and it's quite pitiable. The fire of rage has burnt down the branches of mercy, benevolence, love and sympathy. At this, my heart sinks deeper and deeper. But as I've always been taught that there's spring after winter, dusk before dawn, I wish humanity finds its way back to the earth.

My P-o-e-m!

BROKEN
I always tried to live in present
But somehow couldn’t bury my past
For some wounds are yet to be healed
A part of me is still aghast.

As I try to move ahead
Unfailingly they catch hold of me
The spirits of doom and despair
Their recklessness won’t let me free.

I dread the future yet to come
Beholding the present slipping away
Still in clutches of brutal evils
In possession of a soul to slay.

Is there an end to my agony
Am I destined to dwell this way
My senses long for a dreadful slumber
As every color turns to grey.

Pushed into the hole of gloom
My mortal wounded and defeated
Somehow still in quest of hope and relief
Those gay memories almost deleted.

Dreams offer mere consolation
Whilst reality pierces through me
Frozen by the might of misery
Struggling hard enough to breathe.

I’m finally shattered into fragments
But the enduring time still goes on
And I fell into an unceasing sleep
With no hope to witness a dawn.