My mind has always been a battlefield of Dream v/s Reality,
Practicality v/s Impracticality.
On the other hand my poor heart has been in the confused state of mind, oops state of heart, since birth.
Couldn’t take any sides.
On the contrary it seems to be switching sides every single beat, which could put any Indian politician to shame or for that matter any regular job hopping computer geek.
But my eyes, my pair of stupid eyes were always searching.
Searching for the peace which didn’t seem to exist.
All it found was mines, bullet shells and blood.
I searched for it in music
And in movies.
I searched for it in poems
And in biographies.
I searched for it in relatives, colleagues
And in friends.
But with no success.
Few men & women covered with saffron and some in white, asked to look within myself.
I searched. I searched within me.
What did I find?
Sorrow, Impatience, Sadness, Confusion and grief filled dead faces in the mental battlefield.
But hey, In the corner, very bright, there she is.
I found her, face filled with fear, chained to the walls around the heart, waiting to be liberated?
My eyes wept and the tears meet the red bloody ground.
“I promise. I promise, I will fight. I will fight to build a bridge between the Dream and Reality, to maintain the equilibrium.
That day, that day, you will be liberated and I will find my peace, before I die”
-------- RAJ
