A caring friend of mine asked
Why have I put down the pen
And picked up the lyre to play
I can do so much good with pen.
I smiled and pondered about
Reasons which has brought change
How I realized that I cant write
Fairytales when I am using pen.
A light of truth starts to glow
And lightens up my very vision
That’s not fit for this time
Nor very appetizing for most.
A civilisation which whitewashes
Its black body and screams I am pearl
And dares any one to prove him wrong
And proving wrong results in destruction.
So after playing with the pen for a while
I thought that its not a magic wand
Which will wake up a sleeping country
So I laid it down and picked up the lyre.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
4 comments:
Beautiful blog yet again, thankyou for posting.
One thing I was wondering.. In the end you picked up the lyre.. what led you to this decision?
thanks a lot. i think its no use ruining my peace of mind for people who will prefer to keep their eyes shut.
on a serious note, after being cyberstalked and harassed for almost two years. :)
Gosh, you were cyberstalked and harassed? God, that's horrible.
Well, picking up the lyre is not such a bad thing. Last time the Jews blasted back their tormentors through singing. It's retribution through a subtler, but sometimes more deadly method.
dear hb,
yes it was not even the least funny as they were mentally sick, completely sick. they even tricked me into giving them my phone number. they used to contact my friends on friend list, send them mails against me etc etc :) even now they keep a track on my net activities.
any way, if you speak about corruption you have to be brave or cunning. i am the former.
this is why i always warn against giving out too much info on net, or putting up pix.
best wishes,
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