Songs of the Wheel

<p><b>They were once kings and killers seers and sinners.</b><br/><b>Now they&rsquo;re back &mdash; and none of them remember.</b></p><p>In another life they stood on Kurukshetra.<br/>Now they scroll through Instagram dodge traffic argue in caf&eacute;s.<br/>But the wheel has turned. The war was never truly over.</p><p>Whispers of Krishna in a dream. A shloka scribbled in code.<br/>A girl who sees fire in her sleep.<br/>And a boy who bleeds when someone else is stabbed.</p><p>The old weapons are waking.<br/>The bonds are re-forming.<br/>But this time the gods are silent.</p><p>Kurukshetra is no longer a battlefield.<br/>It is everywhere.</p><p><b>The Mahabharat did not end. It scattered.</b><br/><b>And now the fragments are remembering.</b></p>