Gladiator
An amphitheatre of sorts in a place you would not expect to find.The gallery filled with a spectator ,only one but in full throttle;the battle ,the war zone and the fighter are one and the same.Viciously swooping in on the inherent conflicts ,perpetually haunting the participant,the sole one ,the virtuoso performer,the intriguing complexities continue to baffle;It is a pilgrimage though,but of a different kind where the worship is long over before it has begun in the muddle of stinging,rocketing thoughts vehemently struggles its creator.
The mind is the minefield where the thoughts are the torpedoes.Wincing amidst the might and the strength of its waves each one of us are gladiators in our own right. Where conviction,courage,character,power,tenacity,willpower are put to test.When the internal conflicts are more precarious a trudge than any of the wars the world saw or will ever have to see. It is a predicament of sorts,of a big sort to be or not to be something,to win over the illusion that is as illusive as its might and from time to time to address the other things around which are to be confronted regardless of our will.The wail of the performer is a long drawn one ,one which is neither seen nor heard but which does exist and projects itself to be known only by its bearer.None but the one who wears its weight will know the suffering ,the pain and the agony.
It is a trifle for others who neither recognise its presence nor its prowess.Only at times do the better understanding ones ,those who are capable of empathising and sympathsing faintly read the fine print and that too depending on the skill of the chief of the orchestra ,the master of ceremonies,the inventor of the invincibles to conceal the flagrant trauma within.
Whether it is known or unknown,heard or recognized the battle continues everywhere in each soul and it is always going to be so perennially,for we are all,every single mortal manifested to be born and fight as a GLADIATOR !
