Kashmir

The water, breeze & snowflakes blend into pictursque perfection;
creating a roslin elixir that overwhelms my senses.
The tranquil aura, in its majesty incites fluid emotions,
seducing me to shed worldly masks;
Its realm of purity - humbling & rejuvenating the soul.
as we sail through the night, exploring the leisurely water,
I notice, her eyes have that glint -
the sparkling reflections off the pearly dew on lotuses,
blessed by that erotic crescent.
Life is beautiful, and Kashmir is Heaven.

BOOM

Everything changes in that one Goddamned moment.
The machiavellian smoke rises, carrying away my aspirations.
Whatever remains of her face is burnt ashen, beyond recognition
Those innocent, restless eyes are painfully inert.
I see her intestines coming out & vomit on the lotuses.
A baby cries nearby, bathed in red & black.
it looks at me for help, as it's life fades in obscurity.
But I am numb, beyond pain. I can't move a muscle.
I shed a tear knowing it's pleading eyes will forever haunt me.
Ihate this place. I hate it's creator. Kashmir is Hell.