Tabu Atop The Twin Towers

I imagined, the other day, in a surreal dream

Thousands cry, an earload of screams

In a vision that blended the near and far

On World TradeTowers, I saw "Chandni Bar"

People jumping, girls dancing, extending their trajectories

Girls helpless, yuppies natty, in their binding factories

Struggling in inertia, with Newton's first law

Steeped in a world of mistakes, with no personal flaw!

Conflicts, tragedies and pain, are indeed truly epic

Illusions do lead us, the light doth play its trick!

Karma? Happenstance? Or a venerable Greek god's curse?

Just how much can I guess, in stray blank verse!!

Old Boy Billy, in Macbeth thus spake

”It will have blood," he said;then took a break.

Now I wonder about, his impersonal pronoun

As blinding proof of forces, real but unknown.

But this can be said in a world that debates

That memories conceal feelings, and a million fates.

Facts, analysis and other forms of paralysis

Sketch the past well, but not the Future's crises.

Art forgotten, truth forsaken, we dwell, each in his clan

Post-mortem facts to death, in prime-time élan

We ponder, pontificate: Oh, what went wrong in my plan?

Our bits of truth defined, by short attention span.

We apportion blame, hold vigils; our candlelights do glow

But we forget dear readers, from justice peace doth flow.

What vigil, what editorials, what rantings against war?

If our sunshine gallops conceal, the dimness of a bar!

On CNN, the U.N. appeals, for a dialogue of civilisations

Its ad budget aptly swelled, by the grace of warring nations

After which truth is told, in ways only a camera can

And then, in the tone they say:"Tall-e-ban."

Tabu stands atop the Twin Towers, her moist eyes aglow

Upon the Statue of Liberty, falls her moonlit shadow

Blinded by sunshine, we shut her out from our eyes

And then we look in fear, for hijacked jets in open skies.