Monday, November 10, 2008

HE STOOD STRONG...

There were tears in her eyes,
Standing at a distance she could not help...

Bloodied by the fight, wounded all over,
Yet he stood strong, he had a reason to.

There was an idea, a vision,
It was the wish of a dying man.

A man who had lived fighting a war,
Hoping for peace and harmony to prevail.

This idea was his dream,
It's realization his purpose...

Friday, November 7, 2008

The Execution...

The day had come,
Long had he waited for it...

He knelt before the idol of his god,
The one he always prayed to, as He stood motionless,
But never did he question his faith,
After all, that was all he had...

They had offered to cover his face,
But he preferred it otherwise,
His death was not punishment enough, he said,
He wanted to see it coming...

So there he stood,
Facing the gun, as the bullet propelled out,
Still sorry, feeling guilty for his crime,
Dropped dead, eyes staring into infinity...

I want...

A question that has been haunting my mind for long is...
What is that we want most from the ones we love, the people we look up to?
Is it just their love, their respect...
Do we wish that they care, understand...
Or, do we seek something more...

Well, I have been thinking for a while now, and I feel, that what we require more than anything else, is to be acknowledged. We wish to be believed, and to be believed in...

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I am...so I prevail...

Mind...keeps wondering...seeking answers...
never satisfied...it just keeps looking...
shuffling through thoughts...never resting...
yet forever wishing, to stop awhile...