Line of control – a slender line
stating boldly “You do not belong here “

A step ahead and you are alien
tears kiss the cheeks
more often than a creasing smile.

A thin bondage nurtured
lies crudely broken.

One more gruesome war
enters the blood sodden pages of history
– of war and fears
– of blood and tears
deeply etched forever.

Time heals everything – to a certain extent
but, never a misplaced trust.