The Enemies

'Run fast', that's all
You'd hear your father say
Before they twisted him in the rain
And bend him for the feast that night
And all the flash licking lightning rays
Made merry around the flower bed.

But now we must pack up every piece
Of what's left of the memories,
And the love we remind to each other
Just enough to keep ourselves to carry on.
Know all your enemies; we know who are the enemies.

The circus wheel roared across the land
And there lay wrapped in rosy sheets
The brother you used to hate
He's happy, now that he rides the comet's tail.
He's not coming back for you, or any other one he loved.
The Earth looks better from outer space.

But now we must pack up every piece
Of what's left of the memories,
And the love we remind to each other
Just enough to keep ourselves to carry on.
Know all your enemies; we know who are the enemies.

They buried her with five hundred other scars
All wet and dark, and mystical
And flowers rain down the drain.
The silence of the living cysts, and some other obscenities
The empty rings around the heart
A reminder of the sun and moon, and the empty smiles.

But now we must pack up every piece
Of what's left of the memories,
And the love we remind to each other
Just enough to keep ourselves to carry on.
Know all your enemies; we know who are the enemies.
The Enemies.


To all those people, political and non-political, who were victims of the political butchery (which still continues) in the state of West Bengal.