The Thirst Of Revenge Poem by nithya raghavan

The air that blows on,
our cheeks during a starry night,
rocking the cradle of song,
making him lose his breath,
by blocking his windpipes,
like a mass of charcoal,
that loses itself in a colourless tube,
teaching him a lesson,
that will be repeated again after bhis death.

the water that cools our tired faces,
glowing black like kerosene in the night,
washes our bodies seeping,
into our skins stealthily along,
with the companion of blood,
wrecking our nerves,
deforming us like dead,
fishes thrown by the sea on a sea-shore.

the fire that dances on,
candles, incense sticks and woods,
radiates a mean amber glow,
of the hungry feast,
which it had as bombs,
were thrown into the land,
roasting bodies like a barbeque.

the iron chains that were used,
to hold the family of cement together,
were also used to write,
on a wierd calligraphy style of scars,
with red ink on fleshy human legs.

the blood that excitedly,
dutifully flows into our hearts,
also covers the yellow,
dripping face of the sun.

the 'head-strong' leaves of revenge,
floats into the sky, after quenching its thirst,
like a helium balloon,
at one point it joins the,
dusty white light and,
explodes into the explosion,
of the gigantic supernova,
dies and burries its face under,
the earth's soil, when,
mother earth rejects her,
evil son born in the peril sea of,
demons, carries his disgraced body,
into the gates of heaven,
eagerly awaiting the day of judgement,
when the birds fly upside down,
and the morning sun shines in the west........................