civil war

the pain throbbed his thighs , and he cried out loud in pain that cut across every inch of his body. as he opened the eyes he saw the blood spattered all around him. he looked around him and saw the sights, saw the destruction .... where once buildings stood there was just rubble , where once people had dreams , it now lay shattered on the streets , where there was sunlight on the streets , now it was clouded by all the dust ... where there was once celebration and joy , now there was just destruction. it sank into him slowly , in the intense passion he did not pause to think. he was come over by the passion , blinded by the emotions that arose inside him ... but completely blind to reason and failed to look forward. he looked around him and memories came rushing back to his mind. and he suddenly recognized the street ... was it not yes it was .. the same street , was such an integral part of his life. here was the street he celebrated the festival of lights with his friends, here was it where he walked to school and back ... images of him with his friends flew past his mind. here was the place where someone , someone really dear to his stole his heart , where they exchanged glances in public but with rather no one knowing.
suddenly life became hollow , the purpose which had filled his life so far had become just so meaningless. he could not understand , he could not fathom how all this happened , he just could not put things into perspective ... how everything changed in a couple of years. a couple of years was all it took to transform this beautiful place. for whom, the powerful few who sat in palaces miles away , for people who satisfied their own egos through people like him. told to be selfless , to sacrifice but wasnt it all for a selfish cause afterall ! this hurt even more , the bullet pain was hardly anything when compared to the realization that he lived in vain , he had lived for nothing and that what he thought important so far didnt mean anything at all. the smoke blew across and he could still hear the distant gunshots .. who was winning , was that even a question. after all mankind is losing a war against himself. he looked around and saw the familiar streets now in rubble's , desolate and empty. he closed his eyes trying to find the answers , trying to find the silence ... and he found it .. and there he lay where memories were made forever frozen in time !

the day

he stood on top , his profile outlined by the sunset in the background. standing with his arms on the walls he stared onto the road, he looked at the people walking below him ... the children with their parents, the man walking with his friend, a person walking alone ... all alone and then the vehicles that slowly ebbed past this narrow lane. it was like a pattern , a pattern of predictability. people do so well fit into their stereotypes - the school kid, the college student , the husband , the father , the mother , the son , daughter. are we programmed ?!
he walked into the boredom that was presented to him every single day , he walked knowing what he would have to do every single day. while some people were comfortable he just cringed in vain. he was chained to the daily needs of his carnal self , chained by soceity , chained by obligations. why did he feel the need to set himself free , set himself free from the thoughts of monotony every single day. his work neither thrilled him or filled any kind of passion in him. he longed for something more ... what was it inside that was waiting to come out. he had no idea, he could not put his finger to it. he was 21 , yes just 21 but life had come a complete circle. the past haunted him , the future scared him. he watched as everyone around him took it for granted in these everyday pursuits, how long could it last he wondered .. could no one realize they have been doing the same freaking thing every day for the past 30 years or was it a part of growing up when it longer bothered anyone.
he sighed and walked down the stairs with every single step bringing him to the eventuality that he had to face.