Saturday, 28 April 2012

Echoing the cries of Nanking

They say that life is meant to be lived, not watched and that one can never tell how one's story will unfold... So today, I watched this movie called "Flower of War" and I was deeply overwhelmed by emotions that took over while watching it. It was recommended by Yeshey Lhaden and I'm glad I watched it on a cold rainy day as emotions doubled along with the coldness outside. So after i watched the movie i was motivated to do some writing and this is one of them:

"The men came from the East where the Sun rises everyday,
Carrying along Pain everywhere they went.
Murder, Rape and Killing was all they did
As they moved in uniform from door to door.

Gone away were their lives
Along with the only little innocence they carried
Tucked away in the small pockets
of their pants tainted with blood.

Their cries and plea for compassion overlooked
As stray bullets pierce the delicate skins of those running to Safety,
Little did they believe in God hereafter,
As Mothers, Fathers, Sister's and Brothers died right before their eyes.

Their humility stripped away as heartless men tore off their clothes,
Naked and unclothed they remain,
and with every touch the more they seem to suffer
they wished for nothing more but a painless death.

And at the end all they did was pray for better lives,
for those left behind and for those soon to be exploited
by War and emotions and as painful as it is,
Nothing will ever remain the same after this day..."

So as tragic as it sounds, it was definitely a moving movie that kept me melancholic throughout making me emphathetic to their experiences. Even though i will never know how they felt, as least i know of their stories now and how the people of Nanking suffered under the Japanese conquest during the war that took place between the Chinese province and the Japanese army. Some were brave enough to fight for their country, while some were heroic and sacrificed their lives on account to save a few others of their kind.

However, Today I pray that no one has to ever experience such tragedies in their lifetime or the next but rather happiness, success, love, and good health follow everyone around in a well deserved continuous path by doing good for others above thy self.

Saturday, 21 April 2012

Occupied

The Hope that rises
is always destroyed by the creator...
A strong force of determination
which cannot be deferred
and yet:
The machines have taken over
Taken over:
Your life and indirectly mine as well...

Friday, 20 April 2012

Light at the end of a Tunnel

Today I'm completely broken...

Inside I'm mentally exhausted and all energy drained out... Misunderstood and rejected! Left to fend for myself, and
Myself only. The ones I thought I had faith in only end up as disappointment, and it is only my shadow and I sharing alliance in standing tall above the rest!

Like a wilting rose I slowly bend towards a direction but the morning sun refuses to hide behind the clouds even when the rain continues to pour... Beaming with much anticipation I'm lifted in spirit but it doesn't last long! The feeling of impermanence and letting go was all I could wait for as it slowly disappeared behind a huge patch of dark clouds...

Am I alone? Or is my shadow still with me? At least, I haven't lost my identity nor fell through the cracks of the ground like the rest. No wonder I was born on a brighter, early, dew drop morning, with birds chirping, and flowers slowly opening up their buds... It was a morning more beautiful than the rest of the days that were ever seen!

Thursday, 29 March 2012

What's Your Role?

"It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against an injustice, he sends forward a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance..."
-Robert Kennedy

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

The Tale of Woe

In my quest for the unreachable I find myself in complete solitude
a darkness all of a sudden surrounded by mist
a journey undertaken to an unknown destination.
For there was a small room in the corner
and my place between the thorns
above all the gladiators and the heroes
I stood tall above the rest.

Oh! how I wish to have been floating
amongst the brightest of them stars,
With feelings beyond any other feeling
incomparable and immeasurable...
the dampness of the rain and the luscious citrus
all seemed to have mesmerized me
So I sat there bare and unclothed.

Leaping forward towards the highest peak
I often find myself tumbling clumsily
A hero is all there is to it
But what good is he if he is never around?
So I try to pull myself up unable to gasp for air
Failure and disappointment to live,
There and then i stopped breathing...

Thus, even the sun stopped shinning
shying away behind the dark nimbus clouds.
The rain started to pour continuously
and I was left amongst the mud and dirt
Completely naked for nature to bury me
Or wait for my Hero to come find me...
Would it be too late by then?

I cant be broken

It's hard to dance with the devil on your back. Surely, we've heard that a million times, and we still cannot shake it off. I always...