Friday, January 29, 2010

Elf.


That first announcement
That first excitement
That first feeling
That got my head reeling

The story of each villain
The story of his pain
The story we all share
The story to say,which none dare

In the catastrophy where i belong
That uncertainty ,I have held so long
The relativity of good and evil
Thats for so long had douched me and my upheaval
To know what ‘’He’’ feels like to the story of his side
To see the impact he made on us
Just to entangle our brain-wire in such a fuss
How he messed my inners with vile
And made me come out of my juvenile
How indirectly He had a say in everything i did
And how he opened that forever closed lid
How he dusted that lonely-rusted shelf
How he came to be my ever dreamt elf.
Yet they pointed
Yet they screamed
Yet they doubted
And called him The Bad One
Who had not yet sprouted

His character was made so strong
Yet he could never last long
Only though,on the silver screen
But in dreams, He was there in every scene
AND they hated him
They were disgusted
And he could never be trusted.
But who is remembered when you think Sholay?
Not Jai,not Veeru.Its GABBAR who,in your mind does play.
Who copies His voice?
YOU do.
Who repeats Him?
YOU do.
Then why is He to be remembered as The Bad Guy?
To your self,why do you even lie?
When you see Parinda,who do you see?
In your minf,who flashes the key?
You sympathise with who?
The Hero.
But you love to see who act?
Certainly not him.Because he was The Zero.
Yet he HAS to kill the Bad Nana.
Yet he HAS to win.

Because YOU need to be happy.
Because YOUR heart needs comfort.
Because it is you who termed Nana Bad.
ANYBODY know His story?
No.
Because nobody bothers
Because everybody smothers.
YOU are scared.
YOU don’t want to be dared.

AND here i conclude.
Its YOU who terms them Good and Bad.
Its YOU who makes them and NEVER wants to be sad
Its within you.
Its within your mind.
And you never want to find
You never want to know
You never want to show
So you term them.
To save your over stitched hem.

There IS no evil
There IS no Bad.
Its only how we look at them
Its ONLY because we fill ourselves
With the dirt layer of satisfaction
And live in a weird amalgamation
Of thoughts not yet analysed
Of feelings not yet moralised
Once you come out of your rusty shelf.
You will know.He is not bad,but an Elf.
-Puja Ray.

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