From a creature who lost its singularity

I write to you not on my mother tongue, nor yours
But in the ominous tongue of pain
Pain it is for sure that seeps down my soul I feel it through my skin
into the veins and arteries reaching for my spine .it is there my friend that we face, address the pain
A spine strong enough is what we need at this hour alas our fathers and their mothers never thought so and look what we are made off
a race of disintegrating stones!!

I'm almost there in Beirut, back home in Telengana, in far Kashmir valley alas almost, but not exactly there
when the waves down those heads, when the gush breaks those spines,  I do feel spineless                            I do feel dumb, dumb and   dead
You know! I feel lost, lost in the entirety of this cacophony of destruction
This lust of cannibalistic chauvinism      This is a world a world of cruelest intentions that we have inherited
 and we gleefully  work to make it crueler still

It is time my dear friend that we look into Us, in totality, in its collective plurality
And not just as isolated singular giant of never-ending consumerist zeal You, I, and We  must look into us,
into the darkness that gestated us in its eternal yarn for change for this nothingness nurtures life, hope and continuance . It is in this nausea tic world of blood and pale stillness of death that life thrives in unison
So be it     so should you thrive,  you collectively no matter what It is in the darkest hours that the purest desires are achieved        noblest designs grow into fluid beings So should you a human as you are, as I am, as we all are, Live live to sculpt a better future where your and mine and ours next  would stand erect and say

Ma baba!! Look, how firm are my roots! How green are my arms! , how fresh is my breathe!!!…