Glory and Grief

A scheming world sneers,
At the psychopath’s grumpy glory,
When he wakes to delusional clarions
And walks on rose strewn paths.

He was once full of light,
Hope lit him with lively wisdom,
His dreams were multi colored,
Friends envied his triumphant glee.

One by one they consumed,
All dreams that ever showed themselves,
Negating his self, the trusted extinguished
Every trace of confidence that ever was.

Suddenly, the world around seemed grey,
Cold gaze replaced what was once soft,
Words were short, voicing no say;
Sounds dissolved in faint muffles.

Games of mind made the man shut off,
Windows to all energies positive,
Aching grief plunged him to abyss of desperation,
Smothering out his faith.

Now a reflection of disparity,
His actions are suspect,
A slice of insanity he seems to the community
That predicts his silent actions to be militant.

More than speeding anger and blind conspiracies?
More than reckless temper and communal lunacies?

Divya Rao
March 17, 2009
Mumbai