Maybe…

Maybe there will be a hope…

When a little kid, trying to understand how the world around him works…

Later when he grows up, there will be a point where he question himself…

“Is it the world that I was dreaming of? Why do people kill each other?”

None could answer that.. Not me, nor even GOD…

When GOD gave the humankind the power to rule the world, they tried to rule the others…

GOD could use his power to banish the humankind from the face of the earth, without a trace

 

No, GOD wouldn’t use the power to destroy us, but letting us destroy each other, and the nature destroy us.

The future is in the hands of the people, but do they understand?

The kid maybe… would think in his last seconds of his short life…

“When will the people realize this?”

A Kid and His Dream

I, with my very own eyes, saw this little kid with his big dream. A dream of changing the world, into a better place for everybody. He wished for happiness of all being in the world. He wished of people helping each other without hesitation.

With his curly hair, big stomach, a pair of small strong legs, this hyper-active kid worked his best to achieve his dream. He kept running, pursuiting his way of happiness. He showed no fear of what till happen in the future.

I said to myself, “this kid is really something… someday he will bring a change to this world”

Unfortunatelly, the time runs out. He feared something that would stop him from achieving his dream.

“What if I couldn’t go to school next Monday?” he asked, no one replied.

The next Monday, he died. It doesn’t really matter why he died, to me, it is all the same. The truth is, he died. He’s gone. Forever. It was like a time bomb exploded right inside, the dream that I used to pursuit with him was gone. I couldn’t think. It was just two weeks after we watch our favourite movie together. Everything stopped, at that time.

A month later, I tried to pull myself back into one piece, but a question came into my mind.

“WHO WILL RUN AFTER YOUR DREAM?”

A year later, I still tried my best to answer that question. Another came into my mind.

“CAN I ACHIEVE WHAT YOU’RE DREAMING OF?”

Until now, I still can’t answer those questions. I have tried my best to answer those, but it is still not to be found yet. I am on my track of catching his dream, OUR dream, but it is still too far away….

I dont know yet, when will I be able to talk to this little kid again, and say, “Hey, this is what you’re dreaming of right? I made it into reality, not just a dream.”

Maybe someday….

or maybe not…

A story of a Samurai

“there are unspoken words, but the time runs out”

A Samurai, fell to his knees, death of a thousand warriors before him. He slayed them all, without mercy. With his sword-mastery, he defended his beloved village and his beloved friends.

A Samurai, fell to his knees, death of a thousand warriors before him. He held his sword, red for the blood. With his bravery, he survived until the last seconds of his life.

A Samurai, fell to his knees, a pigeon stood before him. Drew a symbol on its wing, with his own blood. With his last breath, he managed to send the pigeon back to the village.

A girl, fell to her knees, a pigeon stood before her. Rain poured down, grey clouds embraced the earth, shadow engulfed the hearts of the broken. She cried, mourned for the message of the pigeon.

A girl, fell to her knees, a man lie down on the earth before her. Still holding his sword, he stared at the grey clouds. The girl, cried quietly for the Samurai.

“I love you too” said the girl

A Man, A Samurai. Staring at the grey clouds, lifelessly. Unable to speak his heart, he watched her until it faded away.

A Samurai, without his soul, not even a single word comes out of his mouth……

“there are unspoken words, but the time runs out”

Aditya Mahar