Our way of LIFE

Fast asleep was I way before the midnight chimes,
For I had no promises to keep nor did I have to sing any rhymes.
If a tryst with destiny had already been made,
Then why bare were we laid?

Shooting earned us fame,
But the shoot-out after the blasts was the name of the game.
Nothing changed for us,
For our indomitable SPIRIT was our unfailing ruse!!!!

Our hotels were back up on their feet,
A nearby café was now decorated with bullet marks near the seat.
We acted tough for sometime,
Opposing the deadly slime.

But soon the frenzy will be made to die down,
The SPIRIT will be smothered into submission without a whimper or even a sound.
For this will be our way of life,
Where insecurity, malice and terror will be rife.

-Advait

(These are my musings on the last night of 2008, pessimistic I agree but only HOPE without actions is same as DAY-DREAMING)