Proto-pairs and anti-pairs collide,
releasing the demon from the den
to stalk the earth for new game
as accomplice of minions of Satan.
To make the thing in itself, called life,
a blood letting horror tale of murder and mayhem,
the blood-curdling dagger and cloak sequence
full of stunning shock and tragedy.
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The mirror-image, my demonic other
walking through life in the reverse
enacts sleepwalker’s scene of a gun-totting mad maniac
and re-live the same sequence over again.
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I plead guilty of the heinous crime
which has caused havoc to my psyche,
of the collective conscience of the human race,
shaken the saner voices from their very roots.
Yet heart-broken I admit my share in this madness none but myself the author of this plot
all twists and turns myself have wrought
unavailing all clever moves to succour me out.
Caught in a maze I wait and wait
but no savior comes
nor a Santa or elf appears
with his/her wish-fulfilling tree and magic tricks.
None rises to save my child from gun-totting goons
stop them on the eve of Merry Christmas
from running amuck
and act spoilers of the cosmic celebrations.
Children massacred were as much mine
as yours as everyone’s, as of the earth-mother’s-
these little angels of Sandy School
for whom five billion hearts rise to mourn in tearful grief.
Oh mother of infinite mercy and tenderness!
of love, peace and light!
apply healing balm to the wounds of mothers
who have lost their babes!
scrub clean the stains too deep for human tears,
mend the rupture in the tattered fabric of existence.
Let the Christmas spirit rule the hearts of all beings
that they live in the divine harmony of your love.
your light lift the pall of soul-killing gloom,
you illumine every dark corner of existence.
(Yayati Madan G Gandhi)
