I don’t mind watching gory bloody movies. It is entertaining to see zombies chasing humans and getting their brains blown out of their heads.
It is nice to play counter-terrorism games too.
I get dreams at night where I am fighting against them, gun ready for action.
But when I saw two women fighting in the train the other day, blood streaming from their face, pulling each others hair, I cried. I cried for the reason they fought over, ones umbrella nudged the other. Cried for the savage, uncivilized look in their eyes.
Cried for the world is a scary place really.
And I prayed to god. Don’t let this happen to my people.
Prayer
~Tabish Khair
Grant me a little child
I can hide
When the mullahs come home to pray.
When planes are birds of prey.
Someone
Smaller than my thumb
I can put in my pocket and run.
A quiet tear rolls down your lips. The faint taste of warmth and salt. A half let-out sigh, And the half inside. Heavy on your heart. Oh! th...
3 comments:
i like the line 'when planes are birds of prey'
but what does the line 'mullahs coming home to pray' mean??
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as for the idea, read hans christian andersen's Thumbelina (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thumbelina) or other stories..
nice one... touching... the first few lines resembe me too much ! :)
thanks varun. :)
Oh ya i have read and watched Thumbelina. Thanks anonymous. and yeah that is the only line even i dint quite understand. i dont kno why i think its related to honour killing. maybe i am being mad again.
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