The Curse of the Crying Boy.

What do you do when love stifles you? What do you do when you discover the greater hidden secret behind love? The darkest form of hatred. One day, when you realise that you have started to hate the person when you had too much love to give, what do you do? Does that mean you still love the withered leaf? Or have you now chosen to let it shrivel on its own?

What is the point of all the tears you have wasted for being helpless?
You were helpless to such an extent that you could no longer see the pain. So all you did was end it. You decided to whip the dying baby till it bled. You watched it bleed till it made up for all your helpless tears.

You could do nothing when you merely sat there weeping and making those barbed wires. Carefully, choosing the sharpest of the thorns. You didn’t know why you chose the sharpest. You didn’t know if it was to end the pain faster or because you were one of the finest chain makers of the state.
All this while when you were weaving your chain of death, you kept glancing at the victim. He sat there, wounded, and smiling. He knew no one could love him the way you did. Hoping that you would open his chain of barbed wire. Set him free from this torture. But all you did was make the chain longer while weeping at the helpless victim. You knew he will not last long. You knew it was too late, he won’t make it.

I sat there preparing for tonight. Yes! Tonight had finally come. They were going to stone him to death tonight.  I am going to stand on the tallest of the towers and watch it unfold in front of my eyes. I have to watch it. I was one of the kings men.
I looked at the wounded child for one last time.. he smiled at me.. and all he said was.. “the stars are beautiful tonight! Its a perfect night for me to be free.”