People mistakenly think the darkest hour, is the one before dawn,
The darkest hour, is one at which hope has finally withdrawn,
Without hope, helplessness is the only player still in the game,
But with nobody to play against, the game is never the same.
As each of us knows, it all begins with a single thought,
It is not part of destiny’s master plan, no sinister plot,
But the thought grows on you, like a stain, a memory blot,
Constantly spreading, until you begin to think about it a lot.
Once it enters the field, it becomes a game of survival,
Courage is the first to to fall, with no chance of revival,
Without courage, belief believes it stands no chance,
And there’s no better time, for fear to make an entrance.
Looking back, the road is lined all the way, with suffering and pain,
Fragments of shattered dreams, lie scattered along the winding lane,
Searching for any happiness in the dust is an exercise in vain,
All that was fulfilling, remains a distant echo of its refrain.
You decide, the fastest way out, is to refuse to play,
For, without a dragon, the sword has nothing to slay,
Without water, the ocean needs no waves to allay,
And without purpose, every breath is needless delay.
When life deals you a hand, with no other card,
Playing, with what you’ve got is surely very hard,
But if you quit, before you get to the last yard,
You’ll never know, what’s written on the back of the card.
Running is never going to make the problem go away,
It only postpones the inevitable, for yet another day,
Whenever you feel escape is the only way, to get out of this way,
Remember, it is your life, and you always have a say.
This one is for the Mirror, as it talks about some thing each and every one of us has considered at one or the other moment in our lives, however momentarily, however remotely, however detachedly. Suicide. I have always wondered, what it is that drives a person to end their life. Is it an impulsive trigger, that explodes in a microsecond, is it a proverbial straw that builds up over time, only to suddenly break, is it the measure of a cup, that has just overflown because it is full? What do people consider/not consider once they have decided to take the plunge?
If they were forced to sit down, and take a few minutes to reverse their decision, would they do so, if so, what kind of things would drive them to reverse it, and how are these things any different from the things that led to the decision in the first place? Do any of us own our own life, and can we do with it as we please? Is the right to die, as fundamental as the right to live?
This was inspired by many movies, right from Leaving Las Vegas, to the more laughable Nenu Naa Rakshasi, to more fantastically presented Guzaarish. This is probably my first piece, and will be continued in the next piece on euthanasia, a question i feel courts have consistently got their answers wrong on.
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