IT ALL ENDED LIKE THIS

IT ALL ENDED LIKE THIS..

I run, scarred, hunting for someone I know
But the faces they bleed; I can't identify
Alone, shattered, on the land they have blown
Too scared to make a cry.

The barbarians will annihilate our land
Explosion hither. Firing thither.
With a reason none can understand
I watch my people die. I watch them wither.

Blood. Death. Agony. Shrieks.
My place is not my place anymore
Unambiguously barren. Merely bleak
The afflictions it gives me have no cure.

ps. - it all happened one day when i just woke up that i heard noises, loud noises. i was really scared and my parents were not at home. alone.....  i just waited but..... they did not come back.

i went outside to look for them and suddenly i was captured. it was then i realised that my tears will never end. i watched them kill my people and take away everything- life, money, land. who are they?? they are terrorists.... who brutally slayed everyone. there was smoke and dust and blood everywhere but no sign of life.
and worst of all, i do not have even memories to live with.

THE TWINKLING STAR

The Twinkling Star

A beauty one can ever feel,

so true and chaste.

The magic hid in the heart; 

impalpable but had an effect

which have I discovered

which I now know of.

A real soul

took birth to die.

It lived. Yes, once it did

but merely to die.

When it breathed I did not

When I breathe it does not.

Oblivious of each other,

tied, nonetheless

by a relationship, mysterious

for it lies within my origin.

Ever has the radiance glowed, 

resigned, yet vibrant;

quiet, Sparkling

in the night sky amidst infinite stars,

the form changed

and still remains.

Embraced by the heaven. Fain.

Gone before my arrival; did not wait.

Couldn't bid adieu to thee,

a rainbow in the blue just faded.

Guides me thy light

To the symphonies you kindled.

PS- A poem is never mere a poem. It is the thoughts, the sentiments, the feelings of a person. It is a revelator and a concealer. This poem is for the person whom i've never seen, let alone knowing her.

She is my grand-mother. She left me before i came here. But her aroma, her essence hasn't escaped. her absence is searing but at night, the star heals all the sores and scars. She is indelible and potent who has been living for eons and will continue to do so. I know (may be not) that afterlife is a place that is intangible and i also know that people can never take form of stars but i know one thing, that stars are not always stars composed of gases, sometimes, they are the torches that our loved ones ignite to guide us and show us the right path.