Deeper and Darker Forces

Your sacrifice is what makes you a hero.
It doesn't matter whether you saved the world or your countrymen, it doesn't matter whether you saved only one soul or you saved your own soul. You could be a hero to all and you could be a hero to one. You could be a hero to someone and you could be a hero to your own self.
It doesn't matter... Because being a hero only makes sense when there is love and sacrifice.
And it doesn't matter whether its love for your country or to your god. It doesn't matter whether its love for someone or to your own self. Its just love per'se.
Because in the midst of war... Love is the root of every battle.
So this day, as we celebrate the day of our national hero, I would like to extend the essence of being a hero to everyone... Because a father is a hero to his son, a mother is a hero to her children, a friend is a hero to another friend, a wife is a hero to her husband, a husband is a hero to his wife, a survivor is a hero to his own self.

We are heroes of our own right.
Because everyday there is a silent war going on in an invisible battlefield of our day to day lives.
As we fight to live for one more day.
We are heroes in our own battlefields.
To die is heroic.
But to live is heroism everyday.

Dark and Deep

You are the right road at my every wrong turn,
The flower at every deserted plane,
And though right and wrong most of the time looks so the same,
You're the name inside the left side of my brain.

You are the bend at the end of every road that I take,
For it is one thing to love, another thing to be happy, and another thing to be right.
And you are the grey zone in between them all.
Blurring all the possibilities and probabilities.
Blurring all that has been blurred before.
But I can see you clearly.
I know my heart can feel you as clear as the crystal between us.
And I guess, the gods has their way of teaching us the hardest lesson.
I know it now.
Finally I was able to wear the shoes that I thought and I swore I will never ever walk with it.
But I'm wearing it now, and I finally understood why it is so hard to walk away.
Love does not have to be always right.
And it is the last lesson that I would wanted to learn... But I'm learning it now.
Loving wrong might look so right, could feel so right... But it will still be wrong.

So help me God to walk away.

For right and wrong are two very different thing...
But most of the time they look so the same.

On the Nick of Autumn

"There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not: The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid." Prov. 30: 19-20

Four things that king Solomon were not able to comprehend while he was still alive... For such a wise man that only time could stand as a witness that he was really wise... Too wise... Or if he even really existed on earth.

I say... There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not:

The wickedness of the heart of men, of why on earth mankind could be so cruel.
1. How could a man kill without thinking about the meaning of life.
2. How could a man rape such innocent children without thinking about their future.
3. How could a man leave a mark on anyone's heart without thinking that that mark could actually be a scar that will last till death.
4. How could time endure itself.