IN THE REALM OF THE NIGHT

Where, war is a tool
Introducing us to those ours,
Through focusing eyes,
Peering into their pains, unwanted rains,
Shattered lives, un-entered domains…



Where,
Bullying the wee,
Sometimes for that spill into the sea,
Gradually Rising…
Rising over the dawn,
And life seems to never arrive,
Self defence to keep one alive,
A fight to barely survive!!!



Where,
Beheading the hope, fear surmounts the mind
Seamless, obscurity to look forward to,
Forms the stage for the shadows to jive
Oh! If I come across my own
Would I recognize?

Every shadow lobs a scream,
Daylight, not even a part of dreams,
Alas! Dream I could…someday
In the realm of the night…

           

Kinjal Raval           
20.08.03