When joy dies slowly by its own guilt
and laughter gives a twinge of pain
deep in the heart
silence engulfs
When the mistletoe of love
has grown and spread
too strong to rip, to deep to cut
When the mirrors reflect a familiar face
and the mind struggles to give it a name
who you are? who you have you been?
When what you have, and what you seek
the past, the present and the coming
the hands of the clock, the hours and minutes
the years, the months, the days, the week
and what you hold in your hands...
turns to sand
When the breeze that blows, crosses across
the hole in the chest, neither heals, nor grows
flying you go, like a leaf on the streets
and towns and cities begin to fade
It's time
Swim to the ocean of dying souls
stare in the eyes, that have lost all
stare deep and do not blink
there lies the answer
who you will be
...........
There are those who fight for honor. There are those who fight for pride. There are those too, who fight for riches and money and those, who fight because they don't have any other choice. Often, it is not the reason that decides who you are, how brave, how strong. Often, it is not the victory or defeat that separates heroes from villains. But it is how you fight and it is, who's war you are fighting.
But Harry says, it is in victory that the heroes and villains become equals. I asked him, how? He tells me, no hero can defeat a villain without becoming his equal. They must be at balance, and in that moment, when one's balance is lost by the weight of the other, there, there lies the moment of victory. He says, "you see, all heroes they can only win when they can outsmart the villain, when they can outshine them. And tell me, tell me just how do they do it? There is just one answer to that - by becoming a better villain then them". In his books, all heroes are villains.
If there be no victory, who can separate the villains from heros? Interesting, is it not ? That both sides share the same fear of loss, death and blood. Both sides are equal in more things than they can think of, such as their belief in being right. Each of them considers himself to be right, to be hero. Perhaps, the it all boils down to which side you are standing at.
The guy makes sense. He does, mostly. I said to him, yes Harry victory of a hero or a villain, both wear the same color of blood. Both are red. Defeat, in itself is too weak to decide the right or wrong. Every defeat is like a single cell organism, it seems small, meager, weak but it breeds. Slowly, it grows, multiplies, joins and before you know its back on its feet. The reason....the reason behind every fight, every war, no matter how strong or how glorious it is, but when the first soldier's blood spills on the battle ground....from that moment on, every war, every fight is left with only one purpose - survival. No glory, no honor, no pride, just survival. There is no glory in war, but there is more to it then just that. Specially, when the war is with one's self.
