Rise

There i stand all alone,
 Froze just like a stone,
 Helpless like broken egg,
 Fear in eyes like a hare,
 Moaning quitely in my heart,
 Without a wound i am hurt,
 All inside filled with darkness,
 No stars no moon just emptiness,
 All that was in front faded away,
 Without light, not a single ray,
 Far far existing this desert,
 Not a single spot without dirt,
 All inside isn't good if not evil,
 None is here, nor God, nor Devil,
 There was so much beauty and light,
 Suddenly all went, i couldn't even fight,
 Fight for what i dreamt, what's worth,
 Wait a moment, was it at all of any worth,
 Worth i had it all, had it been,
 Must i feel things, i have seen,
 Feel an often continuous tremblings,
 With few sudden severe shiverings,
 Off me when it all release its hold,
 I moan inside myself, remaining cold,
 With my whole mind bumping around,
 And my soul not feeling so sound,
 So what to suggest such a loser,
 O wait i hear, i hear a buzzer,
 You see things way you learnt,
 You see only coal if paper burnt,
 Where are the words on that piece,
 Lets think of it with very ease,
 Those words written on what is burnt,
 Was an experience of quite a hunt,
 Hunt of a key, key to reason us all,
 Should we rise high, or must we fall,
 No there is no such story, but do you see,
 Neither there was such paper i ever knew,
 All i know is of what if it were and burnt,
 And from that, what we might have learnt,
 All this light, this dark, isn't it illusion,
 Is it nothing but mere one own construction,
 What is true, what is false, who knows,
 But fix one, and see how our logic goes,
 It would be nothing. but all purely mechanical,
 Is this all, yeah this seems quite philosophical,
 I presume yes, with true and false, comes right wrong,
 So comes good and bad, what to leave, what take along,
 But lets put aside the conclusion to make,
 There are few, my attention who always take,
 Ones i love, ones i care for, ones i am alive for,
 One day few would want me, knocking at my door,
 But i might be far gone, to answer anyone,
 Unable to stop falling tears of a dear one,
 But who am i? What do i know of future?
 I am a child who thinks he is quite mature,
 Day by day, thoughts take all of my mind,
 They attack like dogs, none of them kind,
 Having said so much, don't i seem full of negativity,
 Isn't it totally on you what you take as positivity,
 I am mere a messenger, nothing more, nothing less,
 What i feel, i write, you can't see it in my face,
 But you can in my eyes, yes my dark and wet eyes,
 There might be cover on them, but there are no lies,
 More you can move on to my very little heart,
 Its all pure, it sure doesn't have any dirt,
 I value things, and i do value all humans,
 What i don't is value things over persons,
 Mostly that person happens to be someone else,
 Yet few times it all turns out be me myself,
 Right now i left all my goodness to my beloved,
 Yet i feel so haevy, too much i feel stuffed,
 So heavy yet, i keep walking, walking and thinking,
 Because there is something that keep us all moving,
 That makes us move, when we leave all that was our,
 That gives us a push, a push in that darkest hour,
 I don't know what it is, that comes to us in need,
 All I know is I can feel it inside, yes I do feel,
 It asks me not to think whats good what bad,
 It only asks me not to get hurt and be sad,
 It says to move on you don't need the strength,
 Need is of just a will, keeping up your health,
 Then just act, wherever it goes, you just have to,
 On the brink of success tiresome will catch you,
 You will find temptations there, all flowing in,
 Open your eyes, you are there, if only can be seen,
 Can be seen that you reached the ultimate goal,
 You have now something to calm your own soul,
 Now rise, rise high, very high, will you please?
 Don't you ever ever come back on your knees,
 Let the thunder come, let the storm come,
 Walking in a desert, let the bright sun come,
 Amidst roaring sea, let the heavy rain come,
 In wild forest, let night without moon come,
 Speeding on life's track, let strong winds come,
 In all your injuries on heart, let the fear come,
 When all these come, you don't make a stop,
 What you keep holding, don't you now drop,
 Hit all the troubles hard with their weapon,
 For iron cuts iron and diamond cuts diamond,
 They will be soon gone, awaiting to make return,
 You always welcome them, they will immideatly turn,
 Turn to where they all came from, their hiding,
 To do so, you don't need any special training,
 All you do now is just act, have will and rise,
 Thou shall rise, thou will rise, thou must rise.

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