The bloodbath

What happened on Friday evening in Paris has startled the world. This atrocious act has raised several questions about our understanding, where are we leading currently? The bloody evening has not only broken the heart of every Parisian but also forced everyone to think. Innocent people, who have lost their lives, did they deserve to die in a brutal way? Concert stage that transformed into a live graveyard, did the humanity wants to see herself being naked in that way? As per eye witnesses, “Blood was everywhere”. The blood running through our veins is red in color, and it’s same for everyone. Then why are we creating differences, after certain intervals why we have to see the bloodbath in different parts of the world? I don’t have any answers for the questions those are just aggravating the uncontrolled storm inside me. Still my heart is crying and scared to imagine the grief of the people who have lost their loved ones. I know it’s not easy for any of us, but just try to imagine yourself in their place. I know no one can, it’s very difficult. But if the things are going to be continued in a similar way, the day is not so far when we will see ourselves at that place, the bloodbath of our blood. This piece of writing is all about my perturbations, my wish to give them strength to deal this moment courageously.

Hold the things, don’t stretch so hard,

We all are same then how could someone’s presume blood as solution,

This time it’s not for us, but maybe later it runs through our hands,

Hold it before it gets too late, otherwise there would be no way to free yourself from bloody ablution,

Maybe today we have place to hide bodies in our arms,

But what about future, no one knows,

That bloodbath may get transformed into river,

A bloody river that has a start, but the end could be a mysterious to make you shiver,

Alive and cherish people with a desire to bring everything down,

In a second they became spiritless, part of the present but not in future anymore,

Known as bodies in spite of their names, wrapped in plastics rather than sitting on the couches,

How the humanity will survive by watching all this barely on her shore,

My heart is still in shock, and crying for the loss,

The loss of son, daughter, friend, husband, wife, and many more,

Those have gone so far, and left everyone in vain,

Like the clouds those will appear in the sky, but will never pacify the thirst by pouring a drop of rain,

I am with you, we all are with you, and we will fight together against that blood my dear,

No more bodies, no more losses, no more aftermath of the blood,

We will try to have peace everywhere, a life without any outrage and fear.