Y - M - O - E - U

 

Streams of Blood run across the seas of Life, That's when God dip s his finger in the streams and paints the final piece of his Art... The Human
White... Black... A variety of faces i see across the globe, never to find two similar faces...
The air we breathe, the water we drink, the food we eat... the sources of which being the very same...
As the train of thoughts started to take the course, it was a comfortable journey in the beginning...
When the thought stops at a point which holds it back... never to move but to remain in utter silence...
Nothing to speak... but to feel is what i remember...

When the world that i see puts on display its true face, a two-faced promises, people and society...
As they say, one said of the world always remains dark no matter how bright the Sun shines,
I was standing in the darker side of the world...

When the freedom is captured and imprisoned behind the bars of caste...
I see innocent faces that smile to hide the pain... Pain that neither Me nor You have ever felt before...

I was living in a world with friends and life all around, at least i thought i was Living until i met the Dead Me... The Dead You...
Love that never flies beyond the comforts and slums... Rich Love i must say...
When i see my brother whom i despised for generations, never to hug him and share his fate...
My beautiful sister who works in and around my neighbourhood... the beauty of whose soul laughs at my ugly dignity...

I never knew that my blood was different from their blood nor did it ever cross my mind that i was in a way different from them...
Until i met them... Civilized society, higher standards, dignity... Fences is what i think... Jump above those fences and SEE...
See for yourself the beauty of Love, Humanity and Brotherhood...
Hold the hands together to define the true Love... Poor or rich, Black or white, Belonging to Lower caste or the upper ...  No matter how we look, we are all alike...

When the thoughts meet, like a chain reaction that destroys everything that comes in between,
Part of my heart fell in love with this other side i haven't seen before...
The people i see everyday but couldn't recognize at the moment,
Its the same face i once saw when i was made... Out of the same blood stream from which i was made...

We were brought down by the same path until we departed at some point where my memories vanished...
A new world, new people, new life... Never to remember my old friend until i met YOU here...
Thanks for reminding me what I AM... Where WE came from...

If not solving  pain, at least i can hug you to be one and to remind you that WE ARE THE SAME, made of the same elements yet painted with different masks...
What hangs behind those masks has changed with time... But WE ARE STILL THE SAME...