Tuesday, April 12, 2016


 Yes. I survive you.
Like a war...and it's aftermath,
Smoke. Bruises. Rubble. Debris.
In the eyes. In thoughts. In mind. In heart.
Yes...I have survived.
There would be estimates...there would be projections..
about casualties and collateral in the chaos.
There would be Redefinition. Reformation. Restructuring,
Though I doubt....reincarnations are possible with the
balkanisation....within the fragmentation in hopes or dreams.
Yes...you too have survived.  With or without the blows...

Meanwhile I have smashed my mirrors somany times that
now I dont know which is the crack or the scar.
Yes. We have survived. And here we are...with the chill , rubble and the fallout.
As the moon rises on the dilapidated monument....I saunter in our beautiful ruin...
 We dont know who won. But I know who lost.