It Is You

So it is you
Back and forth, up and down
And now it is sewn
It is you
And suddenly the sun is shining again

The big tall walls
I was trapped, cowed really
But now I am free
No more walls
I’m running happily with you by my side

But really
Was there ever any doubt
From the very first question
‘You like Italian football?’
To the scary almost tragedy
What a waste those two RM50 notes were

And on to the RM4
That talk, do you remember?
The sms that followed not long after
‘So tell me am I leaving you again’
Broke my heart that did
Until that call, ‘Hey I can only talk to you about this’

You might snigger hearing this
But there was never any doubt
Deep down I knew I saw I felt
Yet sometimes stupidity knows no boundaries
Oh how stupid I was
For that I owe you a lifetime of bliss

Everything I wanted and more
That is you

About Nothing

A leader of a country executed one of his best friends. The execution was in line with the law of that country; his friend was convicted for an offence punishable by death. So the leader, being fair and all had no choice but to kill his friend. He did the execution himself (a public execution), without a hint of any emotion. Calm and emotionless. But later, another friend saw him alone in a room crying (3 of them were best friends, during the time when they fought against a cruel and evil king).

So that guy in trying to console the leader said something along the line of “You did nothing wrong, don’t blame yourself. You had no choice but to execute him. No one is above the law, not you and not him. You did the right thing.”

Hearing that the leader turned to his friend, looked him straight in the eyes and said, “These tears are not because I lost a friend. These tears are not because I killed my best friend, my brother. These tears are mourning myself, mourning what I have become. I just lost a friend, I just killed my own brother but not even a faint of sadness in my heart. The calmness you saw in me when I swung the sword was not an act. That wasn’t me putting a brave face in front of the public. I feel no guilt at all. What have I become? And for what? ……What have I turned into?”

THE END.