Born To Die Again.
February 5, 2013 by flamesofthoughts
(Prelude: Eve before the Battle of Hydaspes, Alexander versus Porus, based on pure fiction only)
ALEXANDER
The moment has come. The moment I have been waiting for, moment of my eternity and my peace. Standing at the end of the world, I wish to conquer the world, but the sun daily reminds me of my limits. If he can’t conquer the entire earth at one time, how can I?
Enough of the blood has been shed, and my victory marches are painted red.The blood belonged to my brothers of same soil and brothers who belonged to distant waters.But the blood must be shed, if the cost of uniting humanity is this, then so be it. A day will come when the brothers of distant lands will embrace each other and the land filled with blood will grow roses of brotherhood. Then who will ask for blood that was shed to achieve that day? Who will remember those who marched thousand miles away from their homes to explore the hidden parts of the earth and unreached signs of humanity?
So, this land of Hydaspes river must be won, for it stands taller than gods themselves in front of me, and now even gods can’t stop what I started. Across this river stands our freedom, freedom from the purpose of unification of World, freedom from the purpose of sword and freedom from fear of failure. Across this river stands my home, where my mothers, my sisters, my wives and my children live and die, the home where I belong to.
My brothers in army have broken body, but a lion soul. The homes they dreamt of , the time we left our homes, are now faded in their imagination. So, this land must be won, before their memories die, and with them, will die their soul. What kind of world would that be, where men have no soul, no home?
Hey Zeus! Let me bear your thunder for the last time, to perish my own brothers of this land, dwelling in jungles of ignorance and fields of oblivion . Let me bear your thunder to burn down their palaces of identities and sheds of skin.Let me bear your thunder for the last time to liberate my sisters and mothers across the river. Let their be no fear of a joyful failure, and no rejoicing of a tiring success, but only submission to purpose. The purpose to unite the earth under one sun, and if not achieved in this life ,for it, I will born to die again.
PORUS
The gardens have sunflower and fields along Jhelum make a rejoicing moment in the evening. Tomorrow, the fields will have iron striking with each other, and fire will be born, by the same hands which cultivated the fields.The calm and placid evening sky will be reigned by vultures, and they will shadow the sun. But Hey vulture! You will have to wait till we finish our small games of ambitions and ego tomorrow. You will have to wait till our swords drink blood of our mortal bodies and immortal courage. Can you wait till then? Your feast will be rejoicing, for you will eat the flesh of the finest of the men, who died for what they believed in- freedom.
What is freedom? A piece of land or flowing waters? A home for man or a place to burn his body? An uncontrolled ambition, or the will to rise against it? An ocean of beliefs or a tide of ignorance which shakes it?
Perhaps freedom is this evening sun, with clear blue sky. Perhaps freedom is a field of sunflowers, smelling like home. Or perhaps it is the idea of having everything, that we call life. This very moment is freedom, with sunshine kissing my face and keeping it warm, with cold evening breeze passing through my body and soothing my soul. Freedom is not home, or my wife. Neither it is my god, nor it is my palace. Freedom is this very moment, when I cherish what I have- my home, my wife, my gods and my palace.How would I be cherishing this if I had myself submitted to his authority? Is the Cheif of Gandhara free, who still has his home, wife, gods and palaces but has submitted to his rule? How could he be, how could he cherish what he has, if he knows what he has is nothing but a begging gift?
So, I am ready for the battle and face the my destiny. If the cost of freedom is my blood, then so be it. If the blood is not shed for freedom,for what greater purpose ,else,will it be shed for? So, I am ready to meet Shiva in the battle fields, the god of warriors and demons,for warrior inside every demon and demon inside every warrior. Let the land be filled with my blood before they cross the river, and let it paint the river red, which will go into the ocean and make new gems of warriors. Let my blood be the water for grains in our fields, and let every new born eat that grain and become a part of me.This way, for freedom, I will be born again, born to die again.
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Ah! Truly inspiring! Very well presented.
Thank you. We often paint people like Alexander and Gengis Khan with aggression and ambition, but they were much more than that. Same goes for likes of Porus.
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Two people defining freedom who are in two opposite situations. Both having an extreme passion to achieve & sacrifice. Amazing mate, great post. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for appreciating