They were masked
with obedience of terrorism on their lips
shoot people mercilessly
played with their souls
in their eyes, no sign of remorse
that dreaded night
when Mumbai cried rivers of blood
death toll increasing with the politicians giving zero *****
ten men killed approx 164
so many injured
so many scarred
lest we forget them from our hearts
martyrs left a legacy
they were many other than Salaskar, Kamte and Unnikrishnan
They played with blood in
Taj, Oberoi, Cama Hospital, Nariman House, CST and Leopold Café
their minds were moulded to be like this.
the innocent tried to hide in hotel lobbies
she watched her husband die
and then she died a silent death
they shot her unborn child
they ignored the infant's cry
they killed humanity
they came with guns
tied their hostages to a pole
and had fun.
The bomb exploded
shattering all their body parts
nothing but chunks of human flesh here and there
the innocent hid themselves in a room
took up the phone and fumbled words
they found the innocent
and...nothing.
the phone line went dead
6 years later,
we still can't forget

Rocks, Dirt, Flesh & Bone,
Under my feet,
I search for space,
For my grief to breath,

What has become of this Man?
When a woman’s light touch,
Can lift a heavy heart,

Rifle strapped on my back,
Ammunition carried in a sack,
My weapon is unloaded,

Blood & Guts,
Is the War over?
Or did I lose the first battle?

Can I really go home?
I’ve changed, become estranged,
Do you want me?

I think of you, as I wander through the fog, across the lazy jungle
Anticipating the burning pain to pierce my armor,
Letting me feel,

In a dream,
I held you in my arms,
Felt you dying,
Unrelenting sadness,
I’m powerless,
You turn to me, and whisper,
Your Journey is over; it ends here in my arms,
Your tears wash my face
It’s me, It’s you, It’s Us
I turn and watch the zipper slide over my eyes,
Into darkness.

Firewalker