Standing on the shore and
looking back to my own city, my own people who abandoned me for who I am, for
what I am. I accept the fact that I am not like them, but may be I am not
inferior to them, may be its the other way round?
But who cares in this world of blasphemy where out casting people is supposed to
be something mankind is desperate for! When I look to the dark times of my life,
I fail to understand any reason apart from my creativity that made it dark, that
made it infect darker. I came up with an idea to change the world, but the
people were so resilient. I came with an idea to enrich people's lives, but they
were so stubborn. I came with the idea for making this world better, at least
for my generations. But they were so traditional that they would stone me to
death. They were so traditional that they would whip me with lashes, cut me with
blades and kill me with knives.
In the pursuit of accepting the fact that they are traditional, I fall into a
well of a million confusions where same group call's themselves "civilized",
modern, ultra-modern!
You throw me in a well that is deep enough to let no light to its bottom and you
think that you have made your ears safe from the sound I make in pain and the
song I scream in vain? No my friend! You have made me like you... I would do
what it takes to get out of the well, I would do what it takes to walk away from
the shore; back to my people. Not to greet them and neither to get greeted. I
really don't care about the people who live in the town I was born in.. Its just
one person I am Cuming back to kill!
For I was killed a thousand times even I told no lies;
For I was whipped with leather even I did no wrong;
For I was stoned to death even I was righteous
For I was tortured to scream so loud that you admitted that God is shedding
tears and its raining!
My friend! my life! my destiny! I am back!
I am back to erase every single good deed that I did.
I am back to remove all the red carpets because the ground would be same color
without the carpets.
My friend I am back!
My friend I am back and this time I have a shield that has formed around me with
the passing years and the experience that I have gathered from dying a million
painful deaths every day.
No power can kill me but the Almighty. And I feel sympathetic for you!
Because this time, He is on my side.
God be with you and your soul
May God forgive me for the crime I haven't done yet.
and as I see it, I am justified in killing you
Because I, having been killed a thousand times, have never been told the reason
WHY I WAS KILlED?