Summoning Courage

Yet another blog – I don't know about what and I don't know why.

There is a battle I fight with every breath, something inside pulls at me and threatens to snap me into many. My armaments - love, trust…and faith and slowly but surely, the artillery backup is reaching the red..and yet I fight on. Fight what? – my own demons, my guilts, my unmade loves, the unmade promises, my unworshipped idols, the unfallen rains, the unswept breezes…and all that should have been . I fight the past and in a weird way, I fight to alter the future..all this while I wrestle to get a grip on the present.

The very distant sound of the victory bugle doesn't even instill happiness cause it comes on the wind that carries the stench of the wreckage of love temples, emotions, sleepless nights, fantasies, deaths of faiths and us. Will I survive the defeat or will the victory kill me first?

And in the midst of this turbulence, are you on the other side or with me?

Tarun, didnt have the heart to post this one up - just now. too raw and new. i thought i would let the ink dry in your inbox while I summon the courage to let it fly off in the skies.