Dr Ranbir Laishram
When the sirens stop,
it is not peace.
It is only silence—
the space between two fears.
One side walks freely,
weapons in hand,
and calls it protection.
The other side waits
in narrow spaces,
watched with suspicion,
with nowhere safe to stand.
How can tomorrow be spoken of
when fairness has lost its ground?
No one becomes safe
by making another life in danger.
Power may silence people,
but it cannot make a wrong
become right.
They speak of justice,
order, and security—
yet sometimes these words
become walls
behind which violence hides.
The truth is older than the walls:
everyone is afraid.
A mother on the hill
looks down and sees an enemy.
A mother in the valley
looks up and sees danger.
Between them, distance grows,
while love quietly fades.
They say weapons keep us safe.
But who protects those
who have nothing left
but their lives?
It is an old illusion—
that power makes a person right.
True peace is not
one side breaking
so the other may sleep.
The land remembers
a time before checkpoints,
before the buffer zone ,
when people walked together
beneath the same sky.
If we truly desire a future,
we must learn
that safety is not possession;
it is sharing.
Let the weapons be laid down.
Let the lies end.
Let safety belong to everyone—
or it belongs to no one.