They came at night, lifting their evil banners on one hand, and darts on the other. They paraded streets, looking for souls to abduct, and men to recruit. They chanted perilous slogans to announce their presence, and no one dared to remain outdoors whenever these marauding fellows came to ‘play’.
They were men of the night who caused lives to take flight, they were hijackers of peace, and of course, every man’s nightmare.
There’s always more to us we don’t know. It’s probably why we keep surprising ourselves.
We are all full of surprises, we are all full of abilities we don’t even know we possess, until we tap into them. I know of writers who know nada about literature, yet they write as though they were groomed in it. You are like, “nice pun”, “your imagery is superb”, “your way with metaphors is one of a kind”. And they are like “what the hell’s a pun?” “What’s a metaphor?”Likewise, there are traditional/visual artists who know nothing about the rules involved in the art they practice, all they do is mess with it till it makes sense, and I mean MAKE SENSE!
So, go, try those things you think you aren’t good enough for, try them and surprise yourself.
Her love wasn’t the kind
you found in books,
but it was right in every way
Listen dear,I have once lived a life as such;
pushing everyone away,
preventing love from creeping in,
blaming love for my falls,
never seeing the bigger picture.
And if there was anything I learnt from it,
it is, to never live a life as such
Come, let’s undress our souls
and expose the demons that
lurk in there.
”I love you”;
these are very beautiful words,
yet, they don’t sound as such,
when uttered from your mouth
To still be given breath,
despite having the right
to pronounce me dead.
To be forgiven effortlessly,
irrespective of my humongous wrongs.
To keep your arms ever outstretched,
ready to embrace me as yours,
whenever I come seeking your face.
To be loved this much,
my Dear Lord,
still shakes me to the core!
And for the first time, in a long time, she saw his face contort in a smile, and just any smile, but the kind that reaches the eyes. So, she just stood there at the doorway, enthralled by the scenic view of him. He didn’t seem to notice her presence, too focused on the dispatch in his hands; the reason for the smile on his face. And right there, she made a silent prayer that whatever the good news was, that it lasted forever.
Gone was the ever wintry, mirthless General she had be forced to get acquainted to, since the beginning of the war. From how beautifully gay he seemed to be, she didn’t have to take a look at the thick brown paper in his hands, to have a good understanding of what it beheld. Whatever was there, was definitely something that would bring peace to their land; the one thing he had always longed for, something that had seemed like an illusive wish, the one and only thing, that could, at this time, make him look this happy.
She couldn’t help but smile at his smile, for finally, the real him was back, the him the war had buried for a long time. Satisfied with this turnabout, she gave a contented sigh.
Longing for yesterday’s happiness,
we sabotaged today’s possiblilities
To live in the past, is to kill the present. Each day is filled with beautiful promises, but when one sees nothing but the past, realising such promises might be impossible.