The Act of Surrender

I have known him for past 1,460 days and still counting. Every moment of knowing him have taught me lessons far more wiser, stronger and he has been a perennial source of truth and i have witnessed manifestation of the power of fulfilled dreams.

I knew him since the days he dabbled and dreamed with the idea of a kingdom , his own city of Troy built with labor of smart work and ideas of intelligence. I have witnessed him rise from the humble beginnings of an ordinary guy to an extremely powerful magnet.

But what struck my chord with him was his boyish innocence, his charming heart of gold and the ever effluent eyes. With his words he bespoke of power, passion and commitment to protect the city he was building brick by brick.

He stood as a commander of an army to fight a war, poised as a lion with a bare proud chest as the only armor. His purpose was to build and prosper, his war was against the odds and all evens.

As i knew him better my worldly possessions gave no meaning to my life because i was living an inspiration. He was more stronger than provoking word, he was much deeper than the ever existing thoughts.

Slowly, i started to renounce these so called possessions as an act of personal sacrifice to achieve my personal legend. The only thread i had with a different world was through an act of commitment and responsibility towards a 7 yr old whom i had to teach to be my man’s successor in character.

Every passing moment i found new glories and new victories. every sacrifice went unnoticed , not acknowledged by him. My stormy passion for him was gone recondite. I was a mere soldier in his army whom he had taught the power and art of resilience.

God had crafted my soul but it was for him, my very existence found meaning only when i merged with his soul, his dreams. Every prayer breathed was to intact his security beyond any form of destruction.

He commanded me to believe in the power of action. He taught me the secret of practice. He led me to through the path of true love. he once said ” After much practicing, we no longer think about the necessary moments: they become part of our existence”.

I got absorbed moment by moment in this fluidity , ebbed with love and transformation of being much stronger than the character itself.

There were many victories, but the wars was won

for me ..when he trusted me more than the total truth. I followed the act of total submission. I found my spirituality.

for him .. when I saw the city of Troy.

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