The Blind Man

Sharing an incident that just happened with me a few hours back.
Today, as I was coming back from home to my hostel(with two bags which were much heavier than usual), I saw a blind man who wanted to board a metro. I took him by hand to the lift and as we reached, the lift was almost full and before the i could let the man be the last one to enter, a girl about 20 years of age entered the lift. Everyone kept watching the guy but no one offered to stay to let him go. Well that was something I wasn't even expecting.
When the lift came back, a group of people of about the same age as me, that is 19-20 were waiting along side us and as soon as the lift came, they entered it and left leaving the man with me standing right there.
We had to wait for the third time and this time I could manage to get him to lift but by the time he could enter, the lift was didn't have any space for, only to be filled by an old man, a group of teenagers and a middle aged man.
Well I didn't even want a place for me so I ran up the stairs only to find out that no one cared to help the blind guy to the ticket counter. And as I did the obvious thing to help him out again, the thought that struck me was, when our elders say things about our generation being misdirected and insensitive, aren' they true?
Well before this incident, I would have defended our generation in such a debate but right now even I am in two minds.
I know this post would go unnoticed by people as I can never ask anyone to read something I wrote straight from my heart but those few who happen to read it, please post a comment on it.
I want to see, to how many of us does an incident like this makes a difference.
I feel that such a difference can only be the way out of this harsh reality............

My complicated mind

Where is the sea of sorrow?

Where is the pond of joy?

The destiny may be looking for me

But free will governs this boy

The land doesn’t bound me

I dive deep into the bay

Roads not taken doesn’t affect me

Because the chosen is the right way

I travel on the road alone

I walk laughing and smiling

I purge my sorrows in that sea

So I let them keep piling

And that is why it is the sea of sorrow

Grown huge with people’s purge

But the state of emptiness is too vulnerable

And that’s where we all diverge

Sadness is not evil

At least it possesses our mind

Evil comes after losing sorrow

It is always sitting behind

Mind is always like a bottle

Sadness is the water it may carry

Empty bottle may be filled by poison of evil

At least water is not scary

but water does not satisfy me

so I go to the pond of joy

I fill the bottle with the nectar of content

Because everything else seems decoy

And thus I live an unreal life

Where life is so straight

Just filling the bottle does it all

Where you never have to hate.

The unseen tears

And today when I sit

And look at that brightest star

I know that you cannot be very far

Because the sunset is so colorful

And I even love the feel of the sand

And what that means to us

No one can ever understand

As the waves go past me

Sitting on the shore

I am reminded of all those

Lovely times before

When we were together

When we laughed and we talked

On the beach when we walked

And I saw the sky never so clear

Because you were so near

And today when the moon is fading fast

I have the memories of the past

And god’s command is

against which my voice shall rise

Why did he take you away

Before my eyes

And you have become my brightest star

Who never seems too far

And I know there would be light again

And I will live with that constant pain

And soon the monster sun will rise

And you wont be able to see the tear in my eyes

A brand new start

I fought and I won

And probably the worst part is gone

Because I never lost hope

Even in the times I was alone

I was strong, I was weak

But all that I speak

As apart from that weakness I have

And I just love that part

Now I want a new start

The struggle would remain close to my heart

But now I want a new start

Forget all that happened

Let the past be buried

I want to let it all go

All that I have carried

Because I cannot afford losing

And there was never any choosing

Between what was to be done

I had to stand back and face it

Because it wasn’t time for fun

And now that it is over

I can feel the pain of the wounds

The pain about which I never cared

And it reminds me of the terrible past

That me and my destiny has shared

So now its fair to bury the past

And think about present

Being happy for real this time

Is actually what I meant

And if I don’t

The pain would tear me apart

So now I want a new start

And getting that may be an art

But I will get for myself

A brand new start

Giving vent to the darkness inside me

It happened the way I never wanted it

but where did my smile go?

and how I feel without it

I just cant show

few days back I was thinking

why dont I ever feel sad

and today I got the answer

because I was waiting for something too bad

but then why does it feel so

when what happened

I have been going through it for some time

I miss smiling the most

and today I dont care if this doesnt rhyme

did I lose something?

did I miss something?

Those who dont know me will worry

those who do shall know

that I only ever need to give vent

to what i feel

because I always hide what I actually mean

behind this smile's veil

and now since I have lost it

though I know it would come back by the morning

I use it as a chance to let it out

and now you should not have any doubt

that I shall be fine

because sorrow and i are always separated

by a very distinct line

so guys dont worry

if today I am not angry but sad

because faking the smile

could have made me mad

but now for the first time i know

the meaning of the title

why I call writing as the way out of reality

because it provides me with an alternate

where bright is always my fate

and where I am always strong

in that wonderful world we all belong