Another man's story

As we move on, there come many walls. Walls that block us, obstacles we must jump over. These walls may worry us, but the future is nothing we should worry about.

Stand firm and face your destiny, without fear, but with courage.

The Time is Now by abhas1

As the world turns,
and the fossil burns,
there will be houses on fire,
in it a child's life shaken,
he'll have a burning desire,
to go on higher,
and become one whose demise
will be readily planned
by a bomb in disguise.
"Curses! He lives!"
to the enemy's surprise.

He'll raise his hand
to the new world kings;
pursue the marching bands
to follow the army's rings.
When he say a word,
the rest of the world be blurred,
for his voice only
will be the one that's heard,
and civilians and protestants alike
will nod their heads,
to what he says through the mic.

When he prepares to leave,
after finishing his speech,
there will be a leech
with a rifle aimed at his sleeve.
But the man will fail to die,
the opposite-ally's plan be foiled again,
for there are fifty men
who follow him sly;
who bullet-proof him
in a dark black shade,
in this rally of hate.

Ergo the man,
will live to look,
for his food,
the world will cook.
With dreamy eyes,
he won't dare despise
the media that will
splash his every thought,
his every action,
into every paper ever caught;
for it's the news mainstream
that will keep him on TV
or take him to a ban.
He'll keep his head high,
as he signs for a fan.

There's not many
who love his identity,
they burn easy in envy.
But he lives not for them,
he lives for truth,
in this world of lies,
and salvation walks up to him,
as he flies.

There's only a few
born to this fate,
others work hard
to open this gate.
So then, what's the wait?
Show the world who you are,
don't dare be late...

One man's story

You can keep running away. You can escape the long arm of the law, and you can escape the truth.

But your shadow will follow you. Will you be able to face the man in the mirror?
Will you be able to answer yourself?

Those nights by abhas1

He regrets it,
why he ever did it.
He made his decisions;
his choices, his visions.
He decided to be out,
smoked up till a scout,
tobacco in the morning
and crack at night,
he shocked to find
that he's still alright.

Liquor when he's depressed
and alcohol to cheers,
He remembers he ran,
away from home in hope,
to find them following a fan,
but he ended up with dope.
He's lost and he can't cope;
Unable to brave death,
and too scared to live,
all that he has
is nothing he can give.

He looks back into it,
when it burned in a fit.
He goes back to see,
covered himself with lies,
that'll protect him from glee.
He steps foot into his house:
It's an empty floor,
an open door;
His house is nothing
but broken walls in the shadow of hope.
Unable to cope,
he seeks truth
in a puddle of lies.
He runs away by foot,
as he smokes another boot.

He coughs after every breath.
He knows not that
by running away,
he tries to escape the mat,
he goes around in circles,
in a field he lost his bat.
Is this the life that he wanted
Smoke, crack, drugs and booze?
What awaits him down the path,
he will then have to choose...

The world is changing?

The world has become a scary place, and it would be quite foolish to walk around with an "S on your chest". You never know what the other person feels, or thinks about you. And now, it's quite possible to kill someone, and get away with it.

The same seems to have happend with Jessica Lall. She was seemingly shot in the head, by a politician's son.
By the time Police came in, the whole scene was cleaned up, although a few people were taken in.

And then, something strange happend. All of the 9 accused people were let free.
A chain reaction was undoubtedly imminent. This sparked off a wave of protests all over the country. Thousands, from children to seniors, all marched against this system.

This may be too harsh, or maybe it's just the way I feel. Perhaps I feel so because I've been out of contact of the outside world for so long. Now, even the slightest thing seems to push me around.

And now, as Jessica's case hits re-trial, hundreds of others look up to the white light, and wait their cases to do the same.

***

The fact remains that it is the "what if.." that shakes us.
"What if I don't wake up to see tomorrow?"
"What if he kills me?"

It is the "what if" that is the risk in life. It is the "what if" that shakes us from the "I will" to the "will I?", and it is the same "what if" that makes us go from the "will I?" to the "I will".
Life is thus, all about taking that risk to live another day.

Guess who's back!

The Boards have come, and the Boards have gone. And much like the West Wind, they do so every year, posing as destroyer and preserver. They have caused some to put an end to their existence, and others to sow fresh, new seeds in life.

As this went on, so did pointless debates.
Before the Boards actually began, people started speaking out on the evergreen question: "Should there be any Boards at all?", and pretty much everyone was actively involved. Answers came out ranging from the 'Yes' to the 'No' and to the 'Maybe so'.
Pointless, like I said.

So then the Boards' storm invaded this year, too. Some gave their best at hand, and others who were unable to cope, put an end to it all. Nothing new, it's the scenario from every other year.

Yeah well, they're gone. For now.