Thrown into the battlefield of life,
My enemies grinned wide, for they knew I was battling against their might.
How could I, a small being, compete with the strong forces conspiring against me?
Even though I encountered them every day, I never recognised where they hid.
They simply attacked and left, leaving me dumbfounded…
Day in and day out, just as I thought I’d taken a wicket. I was hit for a six again.
Loser, Loser, I told myself, so disheartened , I put my hands up and sat in the dumps.
That was the moment when I gave up…
My real me emerged, beyond the mechanical one,
bound by society’s notions of right and wrong, shaped by habits, preferences, culture and traditions inherited through my upbringing,
The me that clung to an image of goodness, shielding my true self from the eyes of a society no different from me.
And now, as my real self emerged…
guess what? It witnessed the many masks I wore, emerging to suit the moment.
And as I saw, beyond…
Yonder stood my enemies all in a row.
Anger, fear, anxiety, insecurity, sorrow, and pain stood still,
For they knew their game was over- they were bowled over,
and I moved ahead, without a care in a world that breathed freedom.
I basked beneath the open sky and flowed along the tide,
Open to life and living, once again.
For I had exited mechanical living.
And I smiled as I realised :
The conquered was the conqueror.
DeepSweep 