It is here that I dwell.

Yesterday I got a call from a dear friend asking for legal advice; as is normally the case you have to take a call on asking him to do the right thing or advise him on acting in a way so that he gets his Right. In 99% of cases, both of these things are never the same. After this advisory, I was drained. I began to wonder what would Purgatory be like? or even worse is Earth a reflection of Purgatory? Where we are daily taught to live with the consequences of our choices.

It is from this thought that I was guided to write the poem.

It is here that I dwell.

 

Between the Utopia,

&

Between the Dystopia,

There is a land.

 

There is a land where:

  

Where men and beast are judged by the same law,

Where love and law are intertwined,

Yet, the law of love prevails over all.

 

Where, between the Black

&

Between the White,

There no difference lay,

Coz the colour of choice there is Grey

 

Where between Love

&

Between Hate,

Altogether there is a different mental state.

 

Where between Morality,

&

Between Justice,

The choices are already made.

 

Where between Winning,

&

Between Loosing,

There is no difference.

 

Where Actions,

&

Consequences, 

 Are judged on the same scale,

Yet, no permanent judgment made.

Where Fire,

&

Water,

Are in plenty,

Yet, both are in need.

It is in this land between Heaven and Hell that I dwell.

 

-         Prajval Albuquerque