"ALCHEMY" an attempt to make ourselves more socio-constructive and open minded.
THE FEEL OF A HEART, THE TRUTH BEHIND, THE NEED FOR A CHANGE, THE FACT BEHIND, THE TRUE LOVE AND JUST EVERYTHING YOUR HEARTS DESIRE ARE SPOKEN HERE
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Masked are WE -----
Masked are we!
We wore this mask for long
To portray and to deceive,
We wear this mask for long.
Smiling and whole-hearted outside.
Dark and jealous inside.
Warm and gentle outside.
Ruthless and racial inside.
Loving and caring outside.
Perverted and greedy inside.
Hard and matured outside.
Kid-dish and loving inside.
Educated and professional outside.
Care-free and willing to break free inside.
Loveless and animated outside.
Craving for love inside.
We are masked.
Masked are we for long.
Straight and fighting for justice outside.
Corrupt and striving for power inside.
Calm and resilient outside.
Doubtful and lacking inside.
We are masked.
For we choose to be so.
For we prefer to be so.
The color, stride, shape and nature of masks may vary
Sun, wearing its orange mask twists out. And the warriors after 2 long days are battling, Out already to stay alive. Our Chola-Kongu-Pallava army is battered and shattered; Our warriors are tired and weak; They are just avoiding death each time the Pandyan army strikes. They know that death is inevitable though but Still they hold their swords in their bleeding arms and continue to fight.
The Decision: In the battle encampment our warrior kings meet. Aparjithan, Aditan and Prithivipathi are deciding their fate. For the sake of their men, For the sake of holding their kingdoms still more long. For their sake of surviving They have planned to retreat.
Old Crippled Tiger Enters In Carried on a caravan Vijaya-cholan the Old tiger enters in. “Tigers don’t retreat, it is here we stand and fight. We shall march back victorious Or we shall go back as fallen warriors.” For the love of freedom For the pride of our nation, For the glory we ought to attain. For the Pennon o…
The battle has begun. The mighty sun rose to acknowledge the beginning of this war. The army from two sides ran outraged into each other. The arrows showered from both sides. The cry, the shrivel created fear among gods. The holy land is wet with blood to satisfy the gods.
ADITA KARIKALAN: On a mount he waits, He waits with his cavalry. He waits watching his tigers battle. He waits for the time to raid in.
In the battlefield. Their army might be big. It might stand long! Long as that sea herself!!! But they don’t have mettle warriors; Warrior kings like APARJITHAN and PRITHIVIPATHI. They enter like battle men from hell. They fight as if they were born to kill. The pandyan army falls thought their way. The chariots of enemy and their mounted cavalry routs in. Their strike never missed. Through the heads of the Pallavan ranks, they fire. And Now it is time for the TIGER to march.
ADITA KARIKALAN BEGINS RAID.
Mounted in his cavalry, Followed by his willful raiders; He strikes. Like a flow of a cyclonic wind…