Tuesday, September 30, 2008


8 Dec 1982-30 Sep 2008
Soumya V, as we all knew her, was shot in the head while she was on her way home from work.
We dont know who did it or why.
She was a sweet, helpful girl and I pray that her soul finds peace and the culprit is brought to justice.

A Sun eclipsed,
a dark morning, but the glow remains
and the warmth,
of her smile.

The eyes are her memory
which will stay on,
like bright stars on a dark night
for stars can't be eclipsed.

A red moon rises,
and paints the town blue
rivers flow mindlessly on this day
when clouds dry up, faces crack open.

Look at the wet dark night,
look at the rain
and look! was that a shooting star
or did the sky just cry?

Friday, September 12, 2008

God's Own

I am God's two hands
I am His little fingers,
I am God's resolve
His tool of destruction.

I am God's glorious smile
I am His blackened tooth,
I am God's falling hair
the lice in His itching mane.

I am God's ever increasing disappointment
I am His overshadowing glare,
I am God's all burning wrath
I am the fire that keeps Him warm.

I am God's Hell
I too am His creation.