Part 28: Heroes of my land

I know a man, but not his race.

I saw him work last night.

When all was dark, there were tears and cries,

He stood up, my enemies to fight.

I know a man, but not his religion,

between bullets and my city was he.

For me to reach home and be there safe,

he stood there and bled for me.

I know a man, but not his name,

when i called, he gave me his hand.

Some call him a cop, some call him a 'jawan'

... I call him a Hero of my land.

Part 27: One wish

I live in troubled times, beyond the myst of uncertainty.

I live in days of sorrow, 

where tears seem to last an eternity.

In a land of plenty, I hear my brothers sigh!

And through the hoardings of a few,

I see the masses cry.

My neighbour sees me as a threat, he no more knows my face.

He remembers not the countless moments,

of joy from our past days.

I walk amidts a crowd of sheep, in others faults I see.

I wish to live in a world of sight,

where CHANGE begins with me.

Part 26: Disheartening

It is very disheartening when people who matter refuse to listen to reason.

REASON TO DO SO - remains unknown

Part 25: Strange

Strange place … this planet I live on

Been here ever since I remember having memory of anything

But it seems to have gotten a lot stranger off late.

I open my eyes each day now…

It seems like a different place.

I thought I was home.

I thought this was where I was from.

I thought this was what makes me who I am.

I thought…

A planet covered 75% with water

And yet has people dying of thirst

A planet that produces food so much in abundance that countries dump them into the seas

And yet has people dying of starvation

A planet where weapons are created to uphold peace,

A planet where everything has been named a price

And yet people refuse to pay back what they owe to this world.

Strange… isn’t it?

Surprisingly not… to most of the people around.

And yet… I just can’t seem to find my peace with all this.

When did I become so different?

Am I not from here?

This doesn’t seem to affect anyone else… then why me?

They can’t all be so wrong now…can they?

Maybe its just me… yes… maybe it is just me!!!

Maybe I’m just not from around here.

But then… where am I from?

And more importantly… WHO AM I?

Part 24: In Rage In Weakness

In anger I am now

In anger like fire

In anger that burns everything in sight

In anger that sees no friends

In anger that does not seem to care

In anger I Burn

And I burn also in rage

Rage like an erupting volcano

Rage that knows no bounds

Rage that sees no limitations

Rage that destroys all around

Rage that seeks no reason

At least not in the then and the now

Thus

In Rage and in anger when I exist

In Rage and in Anger I am feared

But alas

In Rage and in Anger, I am weak

It is then that I am most vulnerable

For I act then but not after thought

And I speak hence but not always what I mean

Causing more damage than existed before

For in Rage and in Anger, you control me

In Rage and in Anger I am a slave

A slave to thoughtless actions

A slave to all my weaknesses

A slave to him who enrages me

… in MY rage and anger… YOU WIN!!!

Part 23: A heart, its questions and the fears of a Common Man

What if you don’t know me
What if when you try,
What if I take off all my masks
What if that makes you cry?

What if you STILL love me
And wish to walk by my side,
What if then the storms of my life
Drag you into high tide?

What if you STILL love me
And years pass by,
What if someone then asks you
Was it worth loving this guy?

What if you then look back
What is it you would see?
Would it be worth all that precious love
Or just life’s tragedy?

What if the latter you consider
Is what I now fear?
For I’d rather be someone all alone,
Than hurt someone so dear.

(. . . to be continued)