Disjointed

Uncertain times. A world where faceless men with vengeful hearts can tear our lives apart.

A dome of hopelessness and fear.

They hit us where it hurts the most. They mock at us and catch us off guard.

It comes when we least expect it and leaves no stone unturned.

It hits bulls-eye with utmost precision.
We are left helpless and alone.

There are dark shadows still looming. The Taj goes up in smoke.
Gunshots and grenades. Dead cops. Helpless faces.

The image of terror etched forever in our minds.

"The attacks shall be condemned"
"Mumbai under seige"
"Once again human resilience is put to test"

No. Maybe we don't want to be tested anymore. Just maybe we've had enough. With our lives spiralling uncontrollably out of control, is it really that brave to put up that brave face?

Frozen screams. Marked forever as victims. Who is it that is really victimized?

We versus Us versus Them versus peace versus an uncannily recurrent reality.