Guilty

Doesn't matter what I do,
No matter what I say.
Whoever I say it to,
for at the end of the day-

I'm wrong,
I'm faulty.
A criminal,
I'm guilty.

Am broken, to be fixed.
I can be, but am not.
Most wanted for what I did,
yet wanted, am not.

What could I have done?
Often I ask aloud.
Off with his head,
Is all I hear them shout.

Forever in their eyes,
guilty I'll remain.
They want a price,
for their suffering, my pain.

My life, they may take,
my body, they may burn.
But no matter what they say,
my conscience,
they can never take away.

(We might declare someone guilty. But he is not guilty till he feels guilty. Hanging him changes nothing at all.)

-TheDreamer

हरि पाहुनी वरती

( One of my very first poems in Marathi.

 Editing courtesy: Ms. Neha Patil )

हरी  पाहुनी  वरती ,

विचारतो  रागाने -

अश्रू  थांबवूनी  डोळ्यातले ,

आकाशी  ओरडतो  जोराने .

                        कां  केले  असे ?

                        असे  करून  काय  मिळाले ?

स्वतःच्या  स्वार्था  साठी ,

कां  बनवलीस  ही  सृष्टी .

आणि  मन  भरल्यावर  तिच्याने ,

वाळीत  अशी  कां  टाकलीस .

                        तू  दुःख  कां  बनविले ,

                        कां  घडविला  विनाश .

                        जर  मृत्यू  द्यायचाच  होता  शेवटी ,

                        तर  कां  आनंद  पस्रविलास .

अपराध  निर्माता  रे  तू ,

किती  मोठा  अपराधी !

वेदना  देतांना  तुला ,

काहीच  वाटले  का  नाही .

                        जग  बनवणाऱ्याला ,

                        ह्या  जगात  शिक्षा  नाही .

                        आणि  ज्यांना  शिक्षा  होत  आहे ,

                        त्यांची  काही  चूकच  नाही .

बोल  हरी  बोल !

गप्प  कां  राहिलास ?

हे  कसं  जग  बनवलस ?

न्याय  कुठला  हा  पाळलास .

                        उत्तर  काही  न  येता ,

                        थांबले  नाही  अश्रू  आता .

                        हरी  बोलला  स्वतःशी -

                        झाली  चूक ,  घडला  गुनाह .

पण  दुःख  ह्याचे  जास्त  वाटते ,

कि  डोळे  उघडले  आता .

चूक  कळाली  मला ,

पण  उशीर  फार  झाला .

                        आता  माझ्या  खांद्यांवरच्या ,

                        माझ्या  ह्या  दोषांचे  भार,

                        अनंत  काळा  साठी ,

                        मी  एकटाच  उचलणार , 

                        एकटाच  उचलणार ...

-TheDreamer

Part 3: Love is Immortal

(Dedicated to myself, as a reminder of the immortality of Love.)

He had been betrayed,
His life needed to end.
For how could he live much longer,
With the pain he had suffered,
At the hands of a heart so cold.

All he wanted now,
Was to see her one last time.
Tell her that he would not spread the pollen.
That he would rather die,
Than help her kind multiply.

And so he went to meet her.
But once there, he was shocked and despaired.
She had withered black,
Her colors lost, her petals fallen.
She lay before him, dead.

She had withered that morning,
He'd been too late in coming.
He sat there weeping for their souls.
Hers for having tricked him into love,
And his for having let her die alone.

But now that she was dead,
Nothing mattered anymore.
His hatred melted away,
Withered away like her petals.
His complaints eloped with her laughter.

And all that remained,
Was a lonely beetle,
With precious memories of love.
Love that she had given him,
But could give him no more.

Now only two stood there weeping,
Atop her shriveled remains.
Love and He.
And Love said to him,
Seeing how he had lost all hope.

Do you truly believe,
That love can be faked?
That someone's heart could be that cruel?
You have listened to fear and that was your biggest mistake.
For he will tell you bitter truths that'll get you nowhere.

Listen to my tales instead,
Though the world may insist,
That they be lies,
That they be twisted,
Atleast they won't kill you with their bitterness.

She used you, it's true.
But that she loved you,
Is a greater truth.
She did what she did,
Only because she had to.

She had no choice.
But you are different.
You have a one.
You may forget her,
curse her, or end your life.

Or you may instead,
Forgive her crimes,
And listen to your heart,
To do what may be difficult,
But more importantly, what may be right.

He wept a lot, but in the end, took Her advice.
He had known what true love was,
How it had changed his life.
And now he wished for the world to know,
To know that love divine.

He went around the jungle,
Out to its far reaches,
And spread her pollen,
Wherever he could.
Till he had exhausted all that he had.

Months passed,
And he lived on.
He lived only for her,
Tending the buds that had appeared,
On plants he had pollenized.

He gave them his love and care.
And he laughed at Love.
She had thought he had a choice.
But did he really?
Could he, when he was in love?

He had decided to wait only till next spring,
Once the flowers bloomed,
He would have done his duty.
He would not have let beauty die.
And then, he would be free.

Spring came and the flowers bloomed.
And he was reminded of her scent.
For the entire jungle,
Carried her fragrance now.
The jungle, filled with her joy and radiance.

And then he heard it,
The sound of her laughter.
The sound he had craved, for so long, unknowing.
Could it be possible.
After he'd lost all hope?

He rushed to the sound, and true enough,
There stood his sweet maiden.
More beautiful than ever,
Gracefully waiting,
Awaiting his return.

He realized then the power of Love.
Her power to change lives.
He knew not if She was a thief.
He knew not if She had planned this all along.
Or if his story was but a twist of of fate.

He knew not how his maiden,
Had come back to life.
He knew not what would happen now,
For how long she was alive.
He knew not if Love had cheated him.
He knew not if She had lied.
All he knew for sure,
Was that Love had never died.

-TheDreamer

Part 2: Love is a Cheat

(Dedicated to my dear friend, Vivek Pareek as a reminder that people do things that they have to, but they are not the evil to have done so.)

He approached her,

Unsure, even scared,

His feelings,

Suppressed no more.

His self, for her laid bare.

However shy she was,

She did not resist.

She let him come near,

She let him love her.

She submitted to him.

And they became one.

Consumed in their love for each other.

He shared his soul with her.

His dreams, his joys, his passions,

Became one with her laughter.

And soon she knew

All there was to know,

About a simple black beetle.

And his small world,

Which now revolved around her.

Yet try as he may,

She never told him of herself.

Never spoke of her dreams,

Her plans.

She just liked to listen.

Whenever he asked her,

All she said was that she loved him,

And that that should be enough.

If asked more,

She would just become silent.

So he never troubled her,

With these unpleasant questions.

He was too lost in his happiness,

Too lost in their future.

To notice if anything was amiss.

And it broke his heart,

To leave her each night.

To bid adieu and watch her from afar,

As she curled up her petals and slept,

Bathed in magical starlight.

He would retire to sleep thereafter,

Dreaming of her,

Deep into the happy night.

Asking himself how he was worthy,

Of knowing such love divine.

He slept, only to be welcomed each morning,

By her charming smile.

And spending the day by her side,

Talking to her of all things

That came to his mind.

But that particular day was different,

She seemed so sad.

And he didn't like that.

So he decided to make her happy,

He decided to show her how much he loved.

He showed it by making it.

And he gave her all the joys,

That he could offer.

And it made her happy,

The happiest of all creatures.

That night the adieu,

was more painful than ever.

She bid him farewell,

With tears in her eyes,

tears both of joy and sorrow.

The next morning the beetle awoke,

Only to find his back covered,

By the sticky pollen that she'd secreted.

What was it he wondered?

And why wouldn't it come off his back?

And Fear came to him,

And told him how he had been taken,

By the charms of that innocent-looking lady.

He said that this is what she did,

She tricked unsuspecting beetles.

She had used him, his love,

Had trapped him into making love to her.

And smeared him with her pollen,

Contaminating his pure heart.

All this for her own wicked schemes and plots.

He said she had faked her love,

Only to draw him near.

She had used him for her own good.

And he would never love again,

As no one ever should.

He did not want to believe Him.

Yet he did.

Yet never thought it possible to hate her.

Still he did.

He never thought Love would cheat him.

But in the end, She did.

-TheDreamer

Part 1: Love is a Thief

(Dedicated to my dear friend, Mohit Pandey as a reminder that no one has ever been a loser for trying to get something out of his league.)

He had fallen in love.

He, a big black beetle,

She, the most beautiful of creatures.

Tall and lonely,

with colors bright as the morning sunshine,

And a sweet scent divine.

Her petals open -

Charming, but not seductive,

Her pollen-filled center -

A heart to be discovered and loved

Yet open to only him who could win her.

For she was a lady,

And would make no stray talk.

She would just stand,

A lonely beauty,

Waiting all by herself, just waiting.

The beetle had loved her,

From the day he'd set his eyes,

Upon that transcendental face.

Yet he had seen her only from afar.

Never daring an approach.

He was still an adolescent,

He had no experience.

At wooing a girl,

let alone one,

of such grand beauty.

But he was glad it was so.

For he wished to love,

Just one, just once.

Forever.

And it had to be her.

He was too scared of rejection.

For he was big,

black and awkward.

While she was mystical maiden,

Her fresh colors mirroring her laughter.

What had he to offer?

Why would she love him?

She would never accept it.

What was the point in trying?

When he knew it was to be an imminent failure.

But Love came to him,

And She told him to tell her.

Tell her his heart's true yearnings.

His love, his desires,

And to not give in to fear.

She said she would understand,

She would be glad.

To be with someone like him.

She said beauty wasn't enough for happiness,

That she was lonely.

He was still not convinced.

He could not dare to be.

But how long could he resist?

How could he win?

How could he triumph against Love?

Especially when all he wanted was to lose,

To lose it all to Love,

His heart, his self, himself.

So he gave in,

and followed Her path.

He told her that he loved her,

And that he always would.

He said his life had no meaning without her.

And he could offer her more love,

Than anyone else in this world could.

She listened to this,

And to his unbelieving joy,

She accepted happily!

She swayed in the wind,

Overcome with emotions.

She said she had always been lonely,

But now all her dreams had come true.

That she couldn't ask for anything better.

And that she would love him equally,

in return, if not more.

His joy knew no bounds,

And he became one with her,

In the end, thus, Love triumphed.

And that's why Love is a thief.

For he might have stolen his love,

But She had, his heart.

-TheDreamer

The Smell of Heaven

(What would heaven smell like?)

I kept it near my nose,

and took in a deep breath.

The breath filled my lungs,

the aroma, my consciousness.

I never wished to exhale,

lest I waste the smell.

I wished not to live,

lest I had to ever breathe again.

I wished not to breathe,

'coz I knew this would end.

The aroma would fade,

the feeling would pass.

Only I would remain,

forever suspended in the memory.

Of a sweet smell that was,

but was not meant to last.

I wished my heart would stop,

I couldn't ask for more.

I'd smelt heaven while I lived,

I feared hell no more.

-TheDreamer

Afterthoughts

PROLOGUE
 

Do you know the problem with afterthoughts?
They're always late.



THE STORY

A study shows that girls consider college canteens the second worst place for breakups. The first prize goes ofcourse to the internet. Guys who dump their girlfriends in such places are considered cheap, irresponsible and disrespectful. Considering a different study which showed that girls find changing their FB status to 'single' to be the easiest way out of a relationship made my situation outright hillarious.

But I am not laughing. I am too busy poking my plateful of noodles with a fork and trying to avoid the stare of the girl sitting across from me. She is my 5-month long girlfriend now. And yes, I am sitting at my college canteen. Who am I? I guess I am that cheap, irresponsible and disrespectful boyfriend I was telling you about. I'm not laughing because I'm supposed to be talking. And I'm not talking because she is staring. She ofcourse is staring because I am not talking, but that is immaterial right now. Besides, we are running around in circles. What is important is that I am not talking because I don't know what to say. I called her here to dump her. Now, I've already hinted at that. That is exactly what I have been doing for the past half an hour , while she has been silently eating her food and I have been toying with mine. When I finally asked her why she won't say anything, the lady hints that she wants me to speak it out loud. As in, put it in a proper sentence and present it to her. God knows what the world is coming to, with one human not being able to understand another without the use of shallow linguistic constructs!
 

I wonder why the hell did I think of even bringing this topic up?

Too late for that now.
I take a deep breath.
"I want to dump you..."
Shit. that didn't sound like I wanted it to.
"I mean... I want to end our relationship," I finished meekly.

Well done genius! Ten full minutes to contemplate whether or not to speak that sentence and then, not ever ten seconds of thought into what to actually say.

She kept looking straight at me, unreactive. I had a rapid vision of her slapping me. I cringed my face instinctively at that thought.

"Yeah. I want to too. And I don't think..."

I want to too? The slap was replaced by a vision of the canteen boy in a pink 

tutu, with his ever-soiled table wipe flung on his shoulder, performing a ballet in the centre of the canteen. I tried pushing that out of my head. So she has wanted to beak up too? 

Wait. When the hell did that happen?

How come I didn't know? Is she breaking up just because I am, or did she plan to do it all along? So she was going to dump me in the college canteen? How cheap, irresponsible and disrespectful of her. How dare she dump me. After all I'd done for her. How did she think, even for an instant, that I am not worthy of her. It is she who is not worthy of me.

"Good. It seems that we have an agreement then," she said.

Wait. What the hell did I just miss?

"Uh- what? What did you just say?"

She rolls her eyes. I hate it when she does that.

"I said, that I don't think we should talk anymore. Ever."

"What do you mean we can't talk? We are in the same class, you know? We have to talk some time."

She shook her head. I was not liking this.

"Umm... how about on the phone? Can I call you?"

Another shake of the head. I was not liking this one bit. What had I done to her? Why was she making such a big deal out of the breakup?

Last try - "SMS?"
Her patience apparently ended then. "No. No SMS, no calls, no talking whatsoever. I don't wanna ever talk to you again," she said with a lot of emotion.

I looked into those beautiful eyes. She obviously still felt for me. She said she didn't want to talk but she said that with difficulty. Was it possible this was as difficult for her as for me? I looked at that pretty face. It had just one expression - disappointment. She got up and stormed off. Her words rang in my ears. 'I don't wanna ever talk to you again.' That voice. Something that I'll miss. Something that I'll never hear again. A sea of memories came crashing down of me. Memories of all the times that I had spent with her. I should have said something to her. I should have defended myself harder. Should have told her what I really felt.

And what I really felt came flooding out from inside me. From my very depths, I replied to her, though she wasn't there to hear it. I said -- "Challenge Accepted!"



 

EPILOGUE

All was silent thereafter. Life seemed to have fallen silent along with her. And then, another afterthought --
 

Wait. What the f**k just happened?

For Dreams I felt Dearer

I loved you once,
but I love you no more.
I miss you but,
with my heart's very core.

When illness befalls,
I miss you even more.
Crying deep into the night,
my eyes turn sore.

I miss you my Love,
your love I miss.
Your love I loved,
my dream of eternal bliss.

I dreamed of you love,
yet the love was not dreamt up.
It was all for real,
but for dreams I gave up.

God save my soul,
that I chose to desert her.
That dearest of loves,
for dreams I felt dearer.

Put me to sleep,
rest my head on your shoulder.
Weep for my soul,
while I die, getting colder and colder.

-TheDreamer

(This poem came to me at midnight yesterday. The lines came to me very fast, and I had to hurry and grab a pen, to write it down, lest it be lost.


Often, on the path of his dreams, one has to leave behind his loved ones. One has to tread alone. The ones left behind may forgive us, because they love us. Yet they are never forgotten. Our mind, our conscience, never lets us.)

Free Will - Part II

We saw that free will is the power to chose whether we wish to follow our programming or not. While Part 1 were mostly Stephen's thoughts, Part 2 is my own extension of the concept.

The talk of only humans having free will got me thinking. Not only do animals not have this power to choose their programming, they are not even aware that this programming exists. So what changed so drastically from animals to humans? How did we evolve free will? Its obvios as to why we evolved it. Creatures with free will had infinitely larger capabilities than ones which didn't so naturally, selection favoured them. But I was more interested in knowing how this transition was made in the first place. What is fundamentally different in the programming of a human compared to an animal? More specifically, if I am to code a robot with free will, what would be the nature of that code? How do I program free will?

But wait a minute! What did I just say? Code free will into a robot? Program it? Can free will be a programmed thing? Can I program a robot to not follow its programming? This opens up a can of paradoxes, which can be philosohically very stimulating. Very similar to a sentence which proclaims itself to be false... a liar who calls himself a liar... a law saying that all laws are meant to be broken.

But these paradoxes apart, I feel it might just be possible to teach a robot free will, if not code it.

To be continued...

Free Will - Part I

Stephen R. Covey died on the 16th of this month. He was the writer of the famous personal management book 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. The news of his death was a small feature in the newspaper. Yet it caught my attention because coincidentally, I happen to be reading his book these past few weeks. I am still reading the introduction to the 7 Habits and am finding it very insightful already. In this introduction, one of the many things Stephen talks of is human nature and behavior, and the factors which determine it.

He lists what he calls the 3 determinsims of human nature:

• Genetic determinism, which says that I do something because its in my genes.
• Psychic determinism, which means that I do something because I have been raised to or taught to do it.
• Environmental determinism, which means that I do something because I have been forced or shaped to do so by my environment.

All of human behavior is a combination of these 3 factors. Stephen goes on to argue that these 3 factors exist in not just humans but even in animals and what separates us from animals is our ability to choose our response. We can choose what combination of these 3 factors will affect our response in a particular situation. This choice is what we call free will. This separates us from other animals.

Stephen compares this to the programming of a robot. These deterministic factors are like the programming which govern out behavior. But we are different from robots in the sense that we are aware of this programming and have the power to choose whether we want to follow it or not. This is what makes us more than animals or robots. This is what makes us human, with an infinite range of capabilities, able to perform concious actions and having the ability to own the responsibility for the same.

To be continued...


-TheDreamer

Zombies

I can see zombies.
You don't believe me?
I really can see the walking dead
as they walk beside me.

Without dreams, without morals.
Eyes fixed in an endless stare
Opening their foul mouths,
of their stench of fear unaware.

Saying things that make no sense.
Walking aimlessly, endlessly.
Waiting for their lives to end.
Not understanding they are dead already,
they roam, Zombies all around me.

-TheDreamer

(Life really has a cruel sense of humour. It so happened that hours after writing this poem, by pure happenstance and out of sheer boredom, I randomly picked a movie to watch. That movie turned out to be Shaun of the Dead. After seeing it, I wish I hadn't written this poem!)

One Battle at a Time

I'm ready to fight,
in the war of life.
To find freedom and glory,
through struggle and strife.

I'm ready to sacrifice,
everything for that dream.
To churn my fate,
till I make butter out of cream.

But to give my all,
to that one fight,
all I ask from this world,
in the form of this rhyme-
Allow me to fight,
one battle at a time,
only one battle at a time.

-TheDreamer

NO CHOICE BUT TO DO GOOD

Saw The Amazing Spiderman today. I had loved the 3 old Spidey movies and yet, I feel that this reboot of the franchise is a league apart from the older version and lives up to its title by truly being amazing. Beautiful cinematography and a realistic story-line take away the show, not to mention, a bolder, younger and more energetic Peter Parker who has the guts to tell his girlfriend how he spends his free time. Not like the old Spidey who took 2 complete movies to do that. The experience of the movie was only enhanced by the fact that I had for company, my class 10th buddys from Bangalore - Akash Pise and Shweta Kumari. I also got a chance to make two new friends in Manwinder Singh and Abhishek Saini. Thanks guys (and gal), for an enjoyable evening!

The movie is definitely worth a watch and all the more so if you watch it in 3D in a theatre. The film's storyline does depart from the older versions of the Spidey chronicles at many places. What interested me most was the key teaching of the movie. In the old movie, Ben Parker say to his nephew - "With great power, comes great responsibility." This statement very much defines Spiderman and his work as a superhero in the rest of the series. In The Amazing Spiderman, the teaching is similar in spirit but is worded differently. Uncle Ben says - "If you can do someone some good, you should do it. Because if you can, then it is no more a choice. It becomes a responsibility." It is not worded as poetically as the older version and yet, this wording hit me with a greater impact. I liked it a lot. What a nice thought, I said to myself. How simple a formula for being a good person! Yet in no way an easy task. It basically tells you to do all the good you can to this world.

I was also struck by the similarity of this thought with Asimov's First Law of Robotics: "A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm." Asimov himself suggested that these laws of robotics are in fact the laws of ideal human behavior. An ideal human would follow this law. He will never let any harm come to another human being, even through inaction. The inaction part is crucial. That is where most of us decent folks fail. As my Dad says, most people pass by a road-side aciident in their cars without stopping and only after going a distance, think back - maybe I should have stopped, maybe I could have helped the poor man. But by then its too late and they just whizz past in thier automobile. But the ones which stop, and that too in time, reflect a hope for our society, and show their realisation of their responsibilities and are the men and women who make the difference.

-TheDreamer

THE ARCHIE DILEMMA

I saw Cocktail today with my family. First things first, to quench your curiosity, let me tell you that it is an entertaining movie made for college crowds and not bad for a one-time watch. The problem is its plot is way too familiar for regular Hindi movie and television serial watchers. It presents the same old Archie's Dilemma- a guy confused between the 'rich bitch' and the sweet girl, leading to a predictable love triangle with no new solution presented in the movie. This same predicament is represented in many other popular stories in different forms, be it Archie Andrews or Elena Gilbert. It is a classic dilemma- the dilemma between listening to what you desire and what is best for you. Do you choose the girl who is a better girlfriend or the one who will be a better wife? Do you listen to your heart or your mind? Do you go after what you like or after what is best for you? To you take up a profession which you are passionate about or a profession which will pay better?
The solution to this dilemma isn't very simple (that's why its called a dilemma) and is very much situation and person dependent. A pragmatist would preach that what is required is a balance between the two- between the Veronicas and Bettys of this world. Marry a girl that is rich and intelligent as well as beautiful and caring. Get a job that is your passion as well as high-paying. Interestingly, a Zen master would give you a different solution. He would ask you to remove the root cause of the dilemma. He'll tell you that your desires and your interests should not conflict at all to begin with. He'll say, remove thy conflict and thy dilemma shall vanish.

What do you usually do? Do you listen to your heart or my mind? Which is the fun thing to do? Which is the right thing to follow? Archie Dilemmas are common, we experience them everywhere. Our everyday problems are Archie Dilemmas in disguise and we need to solve them. So, do we listen to the pragmatist or the Zen master? Settle for a compromise between the two extremes or remove the conflict which made you like two extremes in the first place? That, my friends, is a question that  only you can answer for yourselves because, as always, we have landed ourselves into an Archie Dilemma.

-TheDreamer

The Sole Diamond

(Should a man leave behind his addictions? Habits that give him joy? Yes he'll be free. But what will he do of that freedom if he cannot be happy?)

He owned a stone.
It was a red diamond.
It was larger than any diamond in the land.
It was blood red in colour.
Diamonds are clourlessin when pure.
But this diamond was red.
A big, red diamond it was.
He loved the diamond.
Light sparkled through its many facets.
Creating an aura around it.
The aura was something.
It was something that could not be described.
The aura of the diamond was quite something.
He loved the aura.
He loved the diamond.
Its brilliance was beautiful.
Its beauty was radiant.
He cared for the diamond.
He carried it with him.
He never let it out of his sight.
He never let anyone see it.
He never let anyone touch it.
He touched it.
He caressed it.
He kissed it.
He loved it.
He took it everywhere.
He was in love with it.
He could not live without it.
He was addicted to it.
He loved it so much.
The diamond was his life.
And he decided to give it his life.
The diamond gave him joy.
The diamond gave him fulfilment.
He too gave to the diamond.
He gave it his soul.
He gave it his life.
He cast a spell.
His soul escaped him.
It was trapped in the stone.
He put it there.
His soul in his stone.
His life in his diamond.
His joy in his precious.
His everything in that something.
The bond was thus strengthened.
He fell in deeper love.
The stone was his world.
It lit his dark and twisted soulless insides.
He depended on it.
To be by his side.
To sustain his existence.
To exist for his sake.
And for his sake alone.
He never felt alone.
With the diamond close by.
He loved it so much.
He loved it a lot.
He loved it.
He was addicted to it.
He could never take his eyes away.
Off the diamond for an instant.
He was scared.
Scared that something would happen.
The diamond would go.
So he kept himself near it.
He kept himself close.
He kept himself bound.
And in time, he was bound.
He was so bound, he hated it.
His hate drew him mad.
He had no freedom.
And in his hate he loved his diamond.
He loved it as never before.
The diamond that had his soul.
He was done with it.
He could take it no more.
He could give it no more.
Nothing was like before.
He raised it high.
And smashd it on the floor.
It shattered.
It broke.
It split into a million pieces all sparkling on the floor.
He had ended the stone.
The stone was over.
The stone which had his soul.
The soul was over.
The game was up.
He had destroyed the stone.
And yet, he was sad.
He was unhappy.
He had ended hs addition.
He was free now.
But he had also ended his only joy.
He was sad too.
He was free too.
He was free to be sad.
Sad forever after.
His everything gone.
Destroyed, shattered to pieces.
Broken to splinters.
And he wept sitting there.
Crying on the floor.
He wept like a baby.
'Cause from what he knew.
Diamonds never broke.
No diamond ever broke.

-TheDreamer