Devil’s Dance

Let the curtain rise, on the Dance of the Devil in the sea. Let the waves rise and flood the hallowed halls. Let the roar of thousand winds drown out the screams. Those very screams of terror, of the people who filled the room. They had innocently come to watch the play. Perhaps they may also see the Devil make a fool of himself. They came prepared to be entertained. But now they are being washed away. Stage stands broken and ripped to million pieces. The Crowd cowers behind their seats, silently praying to the absentee God. Meanwhile Devil continues his demonic dance, swirling mud, blood and waves of oceans all around. Trembling lips, hurriedly vomits out prayers for mercy and deliverance. The curtain stays up, the chaos and madness doesn’t seem to stop. The performance was supposed to be for 2 hours. Now it is almost 2 years, and it still rages on. Let the brave men from the crowd bring the curtain down. Bring the show to a stop. Haul away the Devil to the backstage and gag him. But no one dares. They all tremble in an impotent fear. Suddenly as it began, the madness stops. The Devil is tired of his silly dance and the screams of the people that he terrorized. He is bored of the one-sided dominance of the stage. He would have loved a good resistance and fight. He would have wanted someone to take up the challenge. But they all are busy running for their lives. The Devil pulls the curtain down and the show stops. Tomorrow the Devil will dance his chaos in some other stage, in some other town. Today was Syria, tomorrow who knows where he will be?

Travelling Light

Let the void embrace the promise. Time for you to be disenchanted with the outcome. Prayers and bargains that is in your heart, needs to be forgotten. Try to remember what you used to be, before you took your form. Tornadoes of your voices and thoughts have generated, the person you have become. Surfing on top of the waves of life, you are just a speck of dust. Be still and comprehend. That you are a force of energy. Your journey is not this. Only in form and image, you do not exist. See through the haze of smoke that lies before you. You will realise that, you are just a travelling light. On and On through eons, we have blazed across the cosmic sky. We have gathered nothing. Nothing have we lost. You are part of the Cosmic desert storm. Just a dust in the Storm.