The battle inside

The frenzied dragons claws pounding

The Pacific burns

And Bhisma lying on a bed of arrows

But the Pacific burns.

The Kurukshetra is buried inside

If buried inside why the dragon jumps

Every night pounding it's claws

Tearing apart the pacific

Oh! Gandhari Oh! Gandhari

But Bhisma lies on a bed of arrows

Buried again

Buried again

But Kurukshetra the battle field again

What happened it was buried ?

The dark night is luscious lovely

The burst tympanic membrane

Makes strange lullaby

Are you Gandhari

Then how the benevolent dragon

Tore apart the Pacific

How the eternal love hides beneath dark clouds

Oh! Bhisma lies on a bed of arrows.

Uneasy coexistance

The giant is howling and rolling on the ice

The moonlight bathed valley is basking in the glory

The lone archer is ready and starts aiming

treacherously cold and windy is the night

His gaze fixed and breaths controlled

In the ambience of the grand fight.

The freezing wind swirls punishingly

The monster laughs menacingly

The night is alive in the great duel

It’s the duel.

Cry wicked beast for thou art powerful now

Let the day break and I destroy thee

This duel within me for so long I fought

For now is the time I vanquish thee I vow

But alas! the valley again covered by the pervading darkness

The archer returns as does the monster

So another day another night another duel

For now the uneasy uncomfortable coexistence foolishness.