Paris In Red

While the Eiffel Tower stands strong, 

People around it, shiver, shout & frown.

Nothing disturbs me more than the blood of an innocent soul,

Yet, those victims who cried their last, have gone to a beautiful utopia to behold. 

Paris, you beautiful one, just smile,

Come out stronger from this attack, which was senile. 

Those sidewalks, those cafes, those cobblestone streets, 

Will revive again & bloom much more on our next meet. 

Goodnight to those people who slept silent, 

Remember that we shall never forgive those tyrants.

Paris, today you’re painted red, 

And yet, it was our hearts that bled. 

  

Courtesy: Google images

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At Crossroads..

Here I am sitting at crossroads,

Trying to find a path that leads me right.

Here I am sitting at crossroads,

Trying to somehow just get through the night.

Here I am sitting at crossroads,

Deciding if what I think I see is really reality.

Here I am sitting at crossroads,

Deciding to decode my camaraderie’s mentality.

If young is young and old is old,

Then why are my miseries not being told? 

I see an old frail man with a smile,carry a burden ten times his weight,

And just across I see a young man with a frown,sitting on a leather couch and yet berate?

Here I am sitting at crossroads, 

Just still and numb with nothing in my head.

Here I am sitting at crossroads,

Just trying to grasp the meaning of all,but find myself even more confused instead.