Return Journey

I forgot, was it me in a body pile draped in dust, still hot, bruised, burnt, a mad megalomaniac starting a civil war, creating suicide bombers, young virgins inhaling death ? This journey under the guns, displacing hapless thousands, will reach destination on thick, blood stained red, dirt road of life ? Step by step the dynasty breaks and violence, a malignant spread overtakes the bones of avatars ; the round bloodshot eyes cross the barriers of silence and step out from the skin: they were bombing his bunker. *On the death of Vellupillai Prabhakaran, LTTE Leader SATISH VERMA