An act of war

An Act Of War


Unpredicted grotesque night, Mist covering the lights
Inferno so huge , yet vague in sight
Strange voices and carcasses lying by
Sooner or later , I have to pass the burning shrine
God maybe the creator of mankind
Hallucination to some like an illuminated sight
Several forms of worship , yet nowhere to find
Desires creating views , views leading to opinions
Hence variations from point to point
When diplomacy ends , War needs a spark to ignite

Violence the master of all
Emotion behind thrones ,The rattle always ready to strike
Poison of broke
With an uncontrolled urge to satisfy
Seizing the conscience, Collateral beauty just standing by the side

Victim of evil , abyss of thunder
Yet the roar fells so right
Alleviating like a drug , Addiction for unconscious mind
Fire all around encircling with a fatal smile
Faces with anger , wrath laughing by
Cries will begin and end with the melody
Pain will surrender to enemies , Destruction will rule the sky

Yet the puzzles incomplete 
Catastrophe just can't end like this , The Holocaust will be immortal 
Keep searching maybe you can find the Why.

 By- Kshitij Sinha
12/9/2016

Comments

  1. Oindrila Majumdar15 September 2016 at 14:25

    this is an amazing piece. it literally gave me goosebumps. wow! no words.i should not even try to judge this. like, way beyond my reach! kudos.

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    1. Kshitij Sinha15 September 2016 at 17:11

      Thanks for appreciating it , glad you liked it

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