These quakes rock the mind
making us really hard to find
where we do belong
why do we feel alone.
They come as tiny tides
forcing the eyes to hide
the water that had to fall
resting upon the earth as a pearl.
I 'm feelin' a tremor
inspite of my negligence to rumor
I'm gettin' the wave
hittin' me right in my face
I'm watchin' the prey
still I've nothin' to say
I'm observin' the siesmograph
but it doesn't show even a rash
I'm searchin' for the destruction
yet i only see the construction.
Tremor's still hittin' me
right across the depths of my sentiment sea
Tremor's still urgin' me
guidin' me to a land of imaginations
with closed eyes where I could see
people with their eyes open
drinking the human blood
submerged in the battle of flood
people holding ammunitions
being ready for the demolition.
I'm feelin' a tremor
that's speakin' of earth's fate
putting us in a bet
that humanity has vanished
and earth has lost its role
of being a mother to human soul.
a bpb 2008 prayas.
