A dead song

What is wrong with you ?  with me?
when I saw you at first
I thought you are a song
easy to grasp & remember

but you weren’t, I know
for every time I crammed,
wrote you on my walls
you faded, into a cacophony

As others found harmony
I cried and crammed
I mad searched you
every page every line

But your words were foreign
of people long gone, dead
They left you, a cipher
a proof that dead can kill

I was a God of my world
so perfect, so aloof
Then I found you
like a crack on a glass statue
I saw you grow, slowly
as I shattered.

Here I am, a helpless god 
gathering up my pieces
singing you and asking myself
What is wrong with me? with you?

Heer, Udham and Punjab.

1940 Caxton Hall, A middle aged man killed Sir Michael O’Dwyer former LG of Punjab. His name was Udham Singh. To his people, he was a shaheed, Martyr. Whether or not he was right in his doings that is a debatable issue but since no side has significant power and control over the other it’s easy to take sides now. Both sides had their views, different and it’s not a surprise. The first hold the second responsible for 1919 massacre at Continue reading “Heer, Udham and Punjab.”