The Terrorist

Posted on by Reena Saxena

He switches off to elude the trace,alone in a bunker, a ghost in space.Sweat beads whisper of pending doom,A life behind bars, or in a tomb. Gun barrel cradles restless sleep,echoes wail—grief runs deep.A child’s voice, a sorrowed plea,“Why did you take him away from me?” Doubt creeps in, beliefs grow thin,A shadow looms where … Continue reading The Terrorist

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Posted on by Reena Saxena

Those faces painted on walnut shells drop out of the drawer. Some have faded like memories. Others remain to be crushed under the weight of revenge. His furniture business takes him to Kashmir quite often, to source good quality walnut wood. But he never saw her again. Was she taken away by those across the … Continue reading Visibility