The Other Blog

I boldly go forward, restricted to only take one step at a time. Black and white battlefield is all my world has ever been. I only look straight ahead, to strike or be struck down, such is the game of my life. Duty-bound, I’m a soldier marching forward… one step at a time.

I wonder if she knows me. I wonder if she can tell me apart from the other 7 just like me. I wonder if she even cares about my existence. I know she keeps company of those higher up the order. I wonder if she knows I’m falling in love with her.

The battle starts, and I make the first move.

Two steps forward, awaiting the sword that might strike me down, making me the first sacrifice. Now that I’ve cleared her path, she sweeps forward, dancing elegantly back and forth on the battlefield, striking down those who threaten our sovereignty.

One step forward, I now come face to face with the enemy. With diagonal slash of my sword, I win this battle, and can live on for a few more moves, if only to see her. I am unafraid to die, but my only sadness is that I would give my life to defend her, but she would give hers to defend him.

I just feel I can be anything
That I might ever wish to be

I’m on my way!
Out on my own again
I’m on my way
Out on the road again!

7.45 PM on a chilly winter evening. Zipping through the streets on my bike; earphones plugged deep inside my ears. All I hear is the music in my ears. Like the conductor of a symphony, I direct the traffic to my will. Together as one - ride and rider. Together we dance through the maze of cars and bikes. I pass faceless people, all insignificant in comparison to the beauty of this feeling of freedom. The wind in my face is my only traffic signal, and it’s light is currently mirthful green.

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Lyrics by Iron Maiden - “Wildest Dreams”

I wish I was an aeroplane
that soars across the sky
I wish that I was a thought
as pretty as a butterfly
I wish I was imperfect
my imperfections make me real
I wish I was a poem
that everyone could feel

I wish that I was jealous Hate
that falls with grace to Love
I wish I wasn’t a single option
but all of the above
I wish I was as beautiful
as the stars in the sky at night
I wish I was undeniable truth
of believe in love at first sight

I wish I was the reason
that made you want to live
I wish I found it easy to take
but easier to give
I wish I stood on my own two feet
and dared to not belong
I wish I was the sun-rise
I wish I was this song.

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Inspired by the song Wishlist by Pearl Jam. The good thing is that I didn’t know the lyrics to the song when I wrote the poem, and it helped me make my own wishlist which you can almost sing to the original tune.

In a quiet room
Full of darkness
In silence I lie
Thinking about you
With a heavy heart
And tears streaming down my face…

If I stopped believing in love,
Could I then get over you?
If I closed my eyes and wished you away,
Would you then disappear?
If I held my breath and hoped to die,
Would I then be free?

I’m only asking because I need to know
Where do I go from here?

Mirror mirror on the wall
Showing me truths you hide from all
A monster in your face I see
The monster looks just like me
Alone, frustrated, angry or hurt
Whiny, boring, rude and curt
Fists of hate and eyes of sorrow
Truths don’t heal, so lies I borrow
Broken heart, tired soul
Begs for freedom from lack of control
The face I see in the mirror is mine
But hark! It could very well be thine.