The world is resonating, about to cross the edge, forbidding and rebelling against the Man
made tragedy. Hanging on its last breath, it sends out a flashback of the earlier life, the
untouched nature and the pure horizon...you were a shining armor with an initial encounter
with the sun, you could only see light; rays reverberating your soul, indulging you in the
warmth of a divine force. The sea proposed a blue horizon, joining with the sky, blending in
giving more space to your thoughts to flow and manifest. You stood on shore, innocently
approaching the sea, allowing your toes to orchestrate your senses through the flow of water.
Smooth tides, swiftly started pulling you in to the heaving blows of constant movement, one
step at a time until the world you once knew disappeared in a hazy sight, and the games
begun.
I don’t understand... I’m lost in translation. Sense and intuition are no longer acquired, long
lost in waves of confusion and conflicting minds. The world I once knew appears to be
childhood memories. Where am I?? I can’t stay here long, or my sanity that holds on to a
reserve I have will end, and I’ll be one of them. But who’s them and who’s us? Why are we
different when we’re standing for the same cause, wanting the same things...
I walk along and everything proposes a question mark; faces are blurry, chests are hollow and
only moving bodies create a crowd. Chants arise, but I can’t hear a word...I’m trying to listen
closely, but I don’t understand. Everybody is trying to belong so they are chanting along.
They are trying to remove barriers and cross gates of silence and oppression that they created
for each other, but their trials are captivated by their dispersion and misunderstandings. No
one’s listening and no one hears a word. In reality their calls match in content, but each one
uses a language, and the struggle of different needs overrule. Innocent needs and stained
wants of power and authority are forced to blend, and the truth is lost in the crowd.
The mess starts to rise, and an overriding wave of conflict rises. People are starting to opt a
more drastic measure to be heard...they fire. Flames of agony and disturbance at one another,
wounds and bloodshed cast a shadow and the vision of an innocent child is forever disturbed.
Who’s the martyr and who’s the enemy? None.
The losses we’ve earned, the tears we’ve shed are the only result. And in the end of the day,
the woman who died, and the young man who lost an eye will be a memory, and the cause
buried with their memory...
Now I can hear one scream, one shout of agony, of objection and disbelief...Earth; hurt, now that the pain is not only wedged in a spot; it has crawled through its
entire face. The colours are no longer green and blue; they are wiped away by our hands that backstabbed.
Another repercussion, and now everybody hears the scream...dead silence...people can
finally hear. Blowing heaves of thunder...forceful rains... Shattering tides and hurricanes to break the mess and scatter its ashes to disappear.
And to Man’s surprise, and after all the tides, we’re still alive. In fact, we’ve been given life
one more time. But we’re given rubbles, shatters of homes and lives to build one more time.
To reinvent peace, harmony that feeds on our souls loving and caring for each other, and
homes that shelters Man with all seems. A new empty home to remind us all that
it is not a one man’s world, it is Man’s world. The barriers are gone and we’re all exposed, to
see each other, understand each other and accept the other.
The world is ours, not yours...we’re not one, we’re whole. This world belongs to us all.
We’ve been given a place, an identity, and security to manifest in again. Clear horizons,
plenty of places, limitless forces and energies to revitalize our existence together; there is room for all...
