survivor!

the battle lasted for years. for years they had fought and when the last post was captured, he was the only man alive. had lost so many he had loved in the battle.
he had only dreamt of this. right from childhood this scene was what gave him courage to shy away from evrything his friends indulged into. and now he was seeing it happening right in front of his eyes.

the entire world was celebrating his achievement. he was given a hero's welcome.

he had a girl who he loved and left her with a promise to be back alive and as always, he had kept his promise, but just the girl wasn't perfect. she was a bit too human. she could not bear the loneliness.. leaving him lonely for the entire life.
he had a mother who always loved him and still loved him. she was also deprived of the son for years facing the cold and heat alone..
he had so many friends who had missed him in their celebrations.. who were so proud of him and always boasted of him being their friend, but they just couldn't strike warmth after such a long gap.

his dream! his dream was still realised. the country had won the battle.

he had grown gray and old and was too tired for another battle and he was misfit for other worldly things.

there was another battle to be fought now and more intense than any other... to be alive..
and he lived on with a smile on his face, because the national hero wasn't supposed to cry!
he was a fighter in the real sense..
we all love such people, don't we??
ha!

the necessary evil..!

it must be the worst feeling to occur to anyone when one realises that he is sapped of emotions, of madness, of passion, of life, of words..
He was going through the same trauma..
he had established is life on his zest for life, the passion, the purity..
and suddenly one fine day he wakes up from a bad dream, and finds himself in a state far far away from where he had been for years, he had ever imagined himself to be..
It was like a long slumber, of hallucinating days after he had decided to shy away from pain, from the things that defined his identity, just because they had no material, no worldly equivalent..
He had been going on a decided path, on a path which he claimed brought things under control, made him disciplined, made him extract more from his life..
he had been claiming to be in more control of his emotions until this day..
there was an immense pain and he had lost his ability to cry..
there were miseries and he had forgotten to seek solace in people, in music..
he had corrupted almost everythin that he had..

and then it rained and he decided it was the time to reclaim life..!
he ran away from the world, getting drenched in rain.. whole body, his soul...
he shouted out, cried, as if no one existed in the world...
he lied down on the ground and sobbed for another hour..
he remembered all the people he had loved and who loved him..
he remembered all that he had had..
he was alive again till he decides again to shy away from the painful thing called love..

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the present state

well..

this blog writing thing is a fad..
I dont own up any of my writings..
they were temporary spurt of emotions at that state of mind, in view of those circumstances..
and I suggest you not to com back to this page until I ask you to do so..
there hasnt been a more boring "online" thing in my life than this blog stuff..!!

Thanks
Sanil

a beautiful thing called life..!

Place : Office Time : 7:52 PM Mood : after I could rhyme this, I feel good.!


the distant light in a villiage that catches your eye
suggestive smile of a girl that makes you cry
the song playin somewhere which is goin on your mind
a soulful drizzle at the most unexpected time

sleepin at night after workin your heart out
a day full of agonies, and then when you shout
an hour at the temple with something divine
and then when u smile and your eyes shine

the world full of people to love and die for
watchin the waves at the sea shore
a problem solved which has been a nighmare
a girl dreaming and you caught her unaware

watchin the sun set and wait till it comes again
laughin with your friends as if you've gone insane
being with the person who makes you complete
if u call it all a suffering, so be it..!

P.S. The poem is just a reflection of ideas on the poets mind(feels good to call myself one..!)
They are bound to be incoherent and yet coherent in some way.
and then its just a try.. be good to me ..!! :)
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