black & white..........

.......................and He looked down at the small boy, who He had just robbed of everything that mattered in his three years of life. Looked down at eyes that will one day , burn with hatred and loathing. Looked down at a child's face that will much soon become a man's. Looked down at lips that will never smile again. Looked down at tears that will never flow again, because he will never experience pain any greater than he had just walked through. Looked down at a head that will never go down till a breath is left. Looked down at a small body that will hurt itself everyday because of his helplessness. Looked down at the seed of hatred He had just sowed, knowing that time will not kill , but nurture him. Looked down at a life He knew , will always be against the wall,crawling, trying to stand up and falling harder with every effort. But He also knew that the boy will never go down, someday he will get up. He will be someone. That day, there would be a reckoning. That day, the circle will be over and the pain will go away. The boy will be beyond its reach.
All these things He knew. To Him all this was a game, nothing else. What the small boy didn't know as looked into the darkness, was that he had already been marked........that one day he will see the light and that day, he will choose the darkness......................
............ and in his own blood he will taste vengeance and find redemption.

one pillar gone......

i have been to too many funerals.


my grandfather died a few weeks ago. he was probably the best man i had ever known. he brought me up since i was 4 years old. i had been away from him since 5 years. we did not talk much. it was my fault because i knew he'd have listened if only i had talked. there was so much i wanted to tell him. i'd have told him that now i understood why he forced me to do the things i hated. i'd have told him how much i liked the books he always brought me. i'd have told him how much i appreciated his always being patient with me.i'd have told him how sorry i was for everytime i refused to listen to what he said.i'd have told him that everytime i failed him, it hurt me much more than it hurt him. i'd have told him....... i could never love him even though i wanted to with all my heart...... that, i could never be a son. there were so many things i wanted to tell him. now, there are so many things i will never be able to tell him.