By Anand Gupta
Even Physics, Chemistry and
most notably,
Atomic Sciences accept that
Unimaginable energy is released
Whenever a particle is broken
It can light up the world, or
Burn it down like Hiroshima, or
Nagasaki or, little known,
Marshall Islands ironically
Placed in the Pacific!
Same as every time when
Something is broken in me
There comes an energy
I cannot fathom to grip it all around
But unlike the Nations of the world
Preaching world peace with
Tons and tons of nuclear weapons
I create something out of it
That bursts others with joy not into pieces!
It may sear me down, but
From my ashes there rises
The phoenix of creation, and
I’ll continue to create something
As beautiful as poems, stories and smiles
So more my heart is crushed and broken
More it’s stabbed from all the possibilities
More the daffodils will rain
More the mountains will echo and
More the rivers will blush seeing me
On the barren Island of my wild creation!
Take your chances, my love, and
Break me down, tear me apart
In the most medieval fashion
Spill the blood of hope still pumping in me
Cut every small flesh of feeling yet left in me
Put the thousand daggers at
Every inch of my skin till
They cut my pristine soul
Break my hymning heart to the level from
Where it cannot be broken any further
Break the last dying sight in me—blind me
Burn the last log of love in me
You’ll only set me free, my love, and
I’ll be called on The Creator—and
The creator will be me!
By Anand Gupta
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