My Anthology

Revival

He didn't remember how he had fallen how he had lost his grip
When he had tried to hold it all so tight
Maybe that was his flaw
Maybe he had hold it so tight that under the pressure it all had come rebounding back in spite

But when he got up he found himself in total darkness
He could see nothing around
How he had come here he couldn't tell
Only that in the clutches of shadow he had fell

The shadows were silent
The shadows had no feelings
So far-away and peaceful
From the dreary world real

He liked it there
He loved it there
Because the human world's inhuman acts
He couldn't bear

Sometimes he tried to come back
In the world of others and live
But before he could rise
He was pushed by the living world's force right back inside

So he lived in the shadows
All alone and happy
Nobody had anything to do with him
And he had nothing to do with anybody

But little did he know that
Shadows are not about life
But of death and despise
That the aloneness which he thought was a boon would be his way to gloom

Slowly the shadows consumed him and his life
At the start he didn't know about it
But when he came to know he didn't give a care
Because outside the shadows was the living world
Which was just so unjust and unfair

So he stayed in the shadows
Slowly but surely sinking deeper and deeper
The shadows consuming him of which he didn't give a care
Until it was just too late

He had lost it all to the shadow
All his life, all his aims, all his goals and his dream of achieving fame
He had nothing left
Not even the feelings that could be felt

But still he stayed there in the shadows
Thinking that the world didn't want him
But he was so so wrong
Because everyone has a place in the world only if they stand for it

Everything was lost
Everything was went
There was nothing left
The shadows pressed and pressed and pressed
One day the pressure he couldn't handle
He succumbed to it
He wanted to end it all
Leaving everything was the call

But he couldn't
Because he had the memories the memories of light
The memories which once were full of life
Now only remnants but still there at the back of his mind

That light which he had left so long ago
Which he thought unjust and unfair
But compared to that
The shadows were the devil's lair

Shadows are formed only because of light
And so he took up a fight
To come out of the shadows
To come back to life

It was difficult
It was tough
But he did it
One day he did it

But so true are the words so true
That everything leaves a mark
Even the dark
The mark was the fear of going back to the shadows
Which was never going to disappear...

-Tan