Gaurav Gurung

Guerrilla Warfare

Ever since we gained consciousness 

We were-

Taught to slit throats; not algebra and geometry 

Handed not cricket bats but automated rifles

 

Taught not to play but to hang them by the tree

Dressed not in uniforms but bandanas over our forehead.

Sworn not to education but to shoot heartlessly

 

We raided a village and killed the head

Took some more of their kind

Decapitated; watched the green turn red

We smoked their temple; raised our flag

Watch the light fade 

As they fell into eternal nap.

 

Their forces marched with guns and bombs

But mostly useless; for we hid among shadows

We reigned over branches and slit them when they least expected.

We had sworn our loyalty when we hadn\'t learnt to speak

We felt no joy; no sorrow

We didn\'t know what our future would be,

Would it be a death in the form of a bullet?

Would it be called normalcy?

 

One raid complete- forced to fight the next

We were always fighting for they said we were the best,

All of us had our appetite for blood,

I robbed a mother of her child-

Snapped the little thing right in front of her.

Shot one up his rectum,

Plucked one off his ear-

A girl my age watched with horror, the advocacy of a Devil-

Smeared in mahogany red with gushes of fluid splashing on my face.

I gripped the machete, ready to strike 

But her eyes were an aegis of her own-

An iron resistance against something that had never felt warmth,

My heart ached as if Hell was gavelling every part of me.

To tear that perfect face of hers- To gouge out her aegis with my warhammer.

Every step towards her felt heavy, so I pulled out my pistol

Aiming right towards her, my finger jammed as if the metacarpals were commanding me to stop.

I had like a Godman bestowed mercy upon her to cover up my inability to blow her the Death kiss.

 

As I turned the other side, a bullet flew beside my ear- 

The \"swoosh\" rapidity bedazzled me

With anxiety and fear, I turned my back

To see my Dead Deity, 

The comrade shot her dead- his unholiness pierced through her shield.

A string passed through my head and it gifted me a memory;

Of us playing in the sand building castles

Of us going to school together 

Never had I seen the beach,

Never had I experienced learning,

So what was that?

 

After the raid was done, I plucked a blood-stained daisy and placed it over her dead body.

And to this day, I think

How life would\'ve been

If it was different and she was with me.