Pain

Man is a funny creature.

He thinks he can take only so much of pain.

And then, there comes a time with even more barbs of hatred pointed at him. There's more of the blood-stained and deadly arrows aiming right for him...and only once they strike him, mercilessly tear his flesh apart, pierce his heart...only then does he realise...

...that he is capable of taking in more pain

...that he is capable of suffering more

...that he can still look up at the heavens...smile...and say proudly "I'm still standing...I'm still walking"

Kabhi Kabhi - Sahir Ludhianvi's original version

Back where he began

The darkest hour of the night. A long-winding street lay ahead of him. No moon light and just a few streams of yellow from street-lights playing hide and seek through the foliage of trees cast an eerie look on the street. Not a soul stirred. All that could be heard were a few stray dogs barking in the distance; their sleep disturbed by the spirits haunting the deserted city streets.

He sighed as he stood and took in all this. The words from a song by Limp Bizkit started playing in his head...

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies

But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies


"So," he whispered to himself, "here we are...back where we began."

A wry smile crossed his lips.

He took a deep breath and started on the long walk to nowhere...once again.

An Anniversary Remembered (Unfortunately)

M: If you do need time...

James Bond: Why should I need more time? Job's done; the bitch is dead.

- Casino Royale (2006)

Concentration

Some became lonely because they became successful

...and he became successful because he was all alone.

Forget it

A part of him just shrugs and says, "Forget it."

The other half just smiles sadly and asks questions.

How does one forget the feeling of rain falling on your skin and breathing life into you?

How does one forget the hot tears flowing out of one's eyes?

How does one forget the tenderness of a rose bud?

How does one forget the sting of a thorn which you removed from the stem of the rose bud?

How does one forget the innocent laughter of a child?

How does one forget the wails of a widow?

"How can one forget?" asks the other half.

A Prayer

Into the pitch darkness that surrounded him.. he screamed the words that came most easily to him...

"De profundis calms ad te, domine"

("Out of the depths, I cry to you Lord" - Mass of the Dead)