Coal

Dark, Demented,

Sought After,

Buried deep within one,

Below the cold exterior,

Danced by a raging fire,

Fueled by desire,

Keeping it alive

Is the coal,

The coal of hatred.

Alive and hungry,

Passionate for revenge,

Believing darkness,

Over light,

Only when the good,

Choose to rise up,

It defines,

The revolt,

The coal takes life.

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Every one of us has the coal, laid beneath the cool exterior.

It takes a small spark, to ignite it, to a heat beyond imaginable,

And the heat is released, in ways that cannot be fathomed.

We'll use up the coal, as time passes, and each time it burns with passion,

the steam would hold proof. I must learn to overcome the emotion and burn

away all the coal left in me. I am better than this, Way better than this, I know it. Do you?

We had a total garden makeover today, and in the process I found a leather ball i lost when I was just 10 years old. One that Sajee had given me. It bought back so many memories. It speaks out for my cricketing career, started off with passion, but now the thread on the ball have been frayed and the leather cracked. But, I bowled a few deliveries, and wow! Everything landed on line, and the length perfect. I bowled a few beauties with it. I haven't been able to bowl like this for the past few months, I've rediscovered the steaming fast, aggressive me. Yorker after yorker. But a few overs and the ball gave away, with it alot of memories did too. And revealed the ball of coal inside. The dark coal. This image and recent events in life inspired this post.