That day when we rid ourselves of corruption and greed; that moment when we fight, not among each other but FOR; that fleeting passage of time when we realize WE matter, then we can call ourselves FREE. Till then let us tread the hard path!
Long ago, when the world was chaotic, at a time, when no one knew the meaning of peace, when everything was gloomy, God decided to create a fine feathery creature; perhaps the last ray of light to rid the world of it’s dark times!
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A poem that talks of things binding us to things physical/ mental
What do you do when
You are devoid of nothing
And seeking solace in incidents
That shall never repeat again?
In a history that never happened?
What kind of a person
Sleeps on an ignited mind
Tending to fold wings
That strive to stretch beyond reason?
Who’s un-free to free self?
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What is considered blasphemy nowadays could have very well been heroic in an era gone by!
Akbar waited with bated breath for the vehicle to pass. He had the humongous responsibility of taking the small building down. The thought didn’t deter him. Neither did it shake the insurmountable wall of faith for the cause which had given him a new life.
Never in his life had he thought he will end up taking arms. And if the gods have mercy on him, he may not have to go through the ordeal again. He knew he would be hunted down one way or another in case he survived. He just wanted to see those who caused so much suffering to his fellowmen, suffer in return; he wanted to see those men, who ruined his land, to die.
Continue reading “All For A Cause”