The Killers and their demonic symphony

Saw a child crying, searching for the eyes

Who once, loved her, prayed for her life

Crying on a pavement, watching a mob

Big red eyes, hers with cries, others with fury

The scream, waiting to be heard

Some wait to be heard for ever

They don’t go quite, they go damped

Dry are their dreams, drier are the hopes

They say He will come, one day

So what! Sun indeed never sets forever

They say He will come, cure us all

So what! Pain indeed cures its ownself

Part II

Those eyes, half closed, moist

A drop inside,

Ready to form a pearl, the purest of all

Ready to roll down, on those

Snow-white cheeks

Those drops were there, I know

Strong held from long time, infinite time I guess

But had to come out,

When gods cry, why cant she...

The little girl, still searching for life

Still searching Him, for help

"He was crying", she looked

Sobbing kid, almost silent with the lost girlishness

Looking at the mob, He sat with the girl

A bad time for Him, or for her…

My creator; or my sufferer

I burnt, but then I shone

I got an idea once,

Weird though, but seemed new

I went to myself- that untouched one

and brought four candles

Lit them all, quite bright they shone

Picked the first, was called “sorrow”, I read

Wondered why it was shining brightest

Ah! Was about to finish,

Those who shine bright, always fade soon

Then came the candle called “love”

Beautiful, gracious like a seraph, of dreams

White, like a morning cloud in sky

But like sorrow, it too bid goodbye

Third seemed firm than rest of all, “friendship”

Pink, the color, I remember it had

Lasted for long, seemed with me from ages

Nightmare alive, when I saw, it too went off

The last one, now very dim, gone almost; was my “faith”

was kept in middle of others

centered, as if for help, I picked it up and blew it off

Its all dark now..

who sees any ways—You laugh, You cry and then You die