Mixed are the pains that remain,
Mixed are the hearts that drain,
Mixed are the blessings that people get,
Mixed are the redemption’s that await.

Mixed are the roads that some take,
Mixed are the stops that some make,
Mixed are the forks that coincide,
Mixed are the paths that decide,

Mixed are the beliefs that question
Mixed are the question that notion
Mixed are the answers that define,
Mixed are the fates that fight the crime.

Mixed are the innocents that reside,
Mixed are the residents that hide
Mixed are the races that help
Mixed are the faces that whelp.

Mixed are the loved ones that remain
Mixed are the corpses that lay strewn
Mixed are the tears that dry
Mixed are the fears that cry

Mixed are the dates that bring terror
but same is the blood that spills,now and forever…

It’s quite a cynical post with no hope left in the whole talk of solidarity and unity and one India.

Hope its not inappropriate to put the link here

Cutting blue waters the terrorists came,
Some plans they had to play the terror game.
Launching an attack on Taj and Oberoi,
Killing everyone seemed their sole aim.
Rounds of bullets and smoke everywhere,
The attacking evil gave no signs to spare.
To all of those trapped inside,
The silence of death seemed so near.
It was our commandos’ attempt so brave,
They just showed the evil its grave.
Success in salvaging the country’s pride,
And all the lives did they save.
A year since Mother India started to bleed,
We seem to have done nothing but just weep.
The wave of terror stands still straight,
Country’s people haven’t yet got out of sleep.
Is it our loss or terror’s gain?
Will we be safe in our country again?
Wake up for the sake of your land,
Let this question not bother us again.
Will there be a safer India anytime,
Will we be safe in our country again?