Being in a time warp...

Well...
When one is in a time warp...
One sees history written on walls...
History of struggles...deprivation...
Starving faces of a whole generation...
Hanging footloose on the board
Blood on sickles...spades and rusty swords...
Trains departing ...a snail's progress...
Torn dhoti... Muddy shirt... Fallen lace...
Fire on thatched roof... Shelter under a tin shack...
Children running... Women falling there slack...
Bulging smoke tear gased eyes on burn...
A road emptied closed for no return...
An alley of the noon filled with sounds of heavy boots...
A shop's shutter broken for an awesome loot...
Three pronged candleposts blackened by molten tar...
A body lying beside a flower fully charred...
Posters slogans full of Gandhi speak...
Great kolkata carnage posted in petitions writ...
Flagmarch of olive green tattooed cars...
Religion ushering a fitting doomsday curse...

Well...
When one is in a time warp...
All scenes of sins fall sharp...
Before eyes like witnessing live
Broadcast with sombre voice fully televised...