The hot terrain was gleaming in the midday sun .only tall buildings covered the exposed skin of the earth ,with their shadows. Orange hues would render the sky in flames only after a long wait for the sun to go down into the arms of the sea. Earth goes round trying to take time towards the end of the day.
Outside my window I sense shadows of cube shaped houses turn longer, slowly. Tea and snacks do come, but with just very less love. After which no life remembers to stop by my window. Everywhere I hear hurrying feet. ; like new thoughts trying to reach my fingertips . Happy were the days when the world would await in total awe for every thought untied from me . In my words they found hope ad trust. Rusted ideas would end up in trash ; for trying to numb the changing minds.
Uncertain was my destiny so was that of my ways. Thousands would triumphantly roar every time I rose to address the people.
Does bloodbath find you liberation? Does it open the gate to the land of milk and honey? I had reversed my thinking.
The families of those who had lost lives were heading towards loss of trust in my plans. They wanted life for life; blood for blood.
Doors were opened for me to wander away into dark alleys of people’s memories. No more was I a leader they revered, but a traitor who let them down in the fight to enthrone the new vision.
With a room to spread a mat to lie down ,my life demanded nothing difficult to find.
But thoughts would try to travel down to the endless fields in white scattered around me. No longer did anyone believe that peace could end war; sitting across the table could end shooting across the streets.
Evening has lost its colours ,but the awesome radiation is only invisible . I dream of the twinkling bright stars ,of day break, of sunlight, of waking up to the song of birds, to the smile of flowers….