Friday, April 24, 2009

the revolutionary

...standing on the doorway i saw... that face. it was intently staring on to the computer screen. the light of the screen reflecting on his glasses. or perhaps it was the spark in his eyes. barricaded by books....he tried to decipher what those words recorded in them mean today. he has a dream. those eyes fail to conceal it. even behind the laughter, the trivalties and the living of the everyday life...there is an urgency. an urgency to be patient ... an urgency to shape those dreams but not hastily.

they look like any of us . but they have a different kind of eyes. perhaps they need glasses to look clearly at the objects in front of them. but they see far ahead in to the future without any aid and understand the past as if they were a part of it.

they are one of us. in fact , we are one of them before we snub our sensitivity and ampute our will to change.

"One must harden without ever losing tenderness." - Che Guevara

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