It starts with a single repudiation of a single man, in a single fellowship of human souls (access denied). The ire(exploding anger) that hence takes over….gives a slit to all that he thinks is needed. What it touched first were the closest ones(lost in you). But hurting them is the easiest of them all. Cause they don’t expect it, so they don’t try to abscond .

Maneuvered to go for bigger kills…,he kills ( for you ),but a question here is risen that what if it was desideratum ?….,maybe this is how we touch the deity, but what if its not true…? Awaken by the same nightmare (slow and simple)….,he sees the past haunting him again and again. Everyday he tries to assess his enemy in the best possible ways. But what he misses, is that a brain is working with the same pace at the other end too (the mirror). He knew that there’s a savage in him. He knew he’s been taught well. Bitten, brewed and brainwashed well enough by the last ones, to leave the legacy in him ( the evil within). He had both, a predilection and an aversion for that beast. A beast who’ll never even think twice to repeat his actions from the past.

He looks up, waiting for an answer or a sign or a change of season, whatever comes first….,not too sure if its even there. But in all these evaluations, he finds someone. And he senses that its pretty close to him. In fact, within him. Its a rebel…against him (no sharps to be)…against his own ideas, against his own actions, and offering him an innuendo of peace. He gets moved by the rebel and he takes his first step in the direction opposite to what was shown to him by his own people…

He lands his first step in that direction and is blown away by the mine that was planted there. The deity spoke (the destroyer). The answer was lying right there. Planted by his own people, by his own self, long time ago. Again and again. All his life he stood, fought, cried and killed for his kind of men. For his society. But to him he was the destroyer of his own self.

He still dies everyday, speaks to the ultimate power everyday. And somehow, he is still born everyday. Maybe we’re still too far, but maybe….just maybe, one day we’ll be ‘him’. To meet our Destroyers. To find ‘The Most Confidential Knowledge’.

Article by: Atul Sharma

Note: This article was published in Jun 2009