silenced attempts of
peaceful life

to catch it in a bag as kittens,

i remember
once they did trap them
in bags
and took them to unaware shores
and returned, empty of burden
to their mothers,
my little cats, endless kittens,
she grew large,
many times
and lived a life unaware!

to run away from lodge,

i remember
attempts of fire
and destruction of homes
and lodgings
because they smelt danger
of truthlessness
and smell of vanity,
i carried bags of chaaram
and sooth deaths
all in vain!

to say,

it is not at all
that i never ever believed in
dialogue
i did,
and ended life in burns
and days in smokes
and nights in seeking games
it is not he ways
and sheways
and ways
then, waves