Now that I have have no further that I look beyond & not behind….

The mind chaos atlast learnt what symphony is all about….& the heart sang a choir again.....


And together we sang through the massacres of life….where I recollect someone saying that a death of a man is a tragedy & mass death a statistics....


We sat together one more time on the heap of the inanimate…singing about the faceless mob……


Where deceit & love shared the same bed & appeared to be twin souls…..


Where the grass of life shone with dew & the grass of death swayed in smoke…. & shared the same promise as they both shared a joint....


Liberation & Chains made love…..


And together we drank from each other