Restart

Gabriel noted the place as if filled with innocence, the last and only light visible appearing from a crevice in the small opening at the top of the cave high above. Behind him lay the path where he come from to explore these caves. Wishing for his sole purpose to getting lost for a few days, a vague and confusing thought, yet with an understanding to come down and enjoy the solitude.

Setting up his base camp in the centre of the cave where he could only hear his own voice echo as he whispered with subtle lip movements. Going towards the cave’s entry point, he used a white-coloured spray to identify where he had come from. Tired from travelling, he decided to take some rest. Daylight would still be for another twelve hours. After leaving for his trip at dawn, it had taken him around three hours to reach here. He had challenged himself to keep all of his technological gadgets back at home where he was obsessed with using them in his daily life. Now, he had decided to pull it off. Determined to get a detox for a few days to stay away from them, he had packed food supplies worth a week, a small tent and some clothing into a rucksack.

The Loyal Doorway

Life is a bowl of mixed ingredients filled with our best and worst fears. Think of it in terms of anything. Can we just let go all that we possess? Do we anticipate and worry too much?

This is my story. Although I’m deprived of sight to see what lies around, I continue to listen and feel the wind. There are certain moments when I’m forced to concentrate deeper on topics I may not have any interest at all. Nonetheless, this is my life, a door, passing information from one outside to the inside. I am the only passage for your exposure to the timbres that envelope and send you towards a release of blissful emotions.

Offence vs. Defence

Following are two images I clicked while I went on a trip to South India:

Image Credit: Shlomo Reuben

Here’s one perspective of dialogue which came to my mind, and couldn’t stop without writing it:

“Give up, you fool.”, the lioness growled. Her sharp teeth showed the strength that could tear the flesh of any creature that would come within its grasp.

Inside the Chamber

Dear Reader,

Following is the pile of letters I have written since the beginning. If there is anyone out there who could communicate with me, please forward them to the Chamber of Thoughts for my consideration. I would appreciate if you give your voice for any one of my letters I have composed so far.

Gaining Grounds

Note: This is the second part in the series. Please read the first of the three-part series: The Shock of War.

It felt like a hundred years. It was an endless battle no man had ever experienced before. Our enemies defended their territory fiercely. We could not gain an inch over them. Glowing rocks embedded with gemstones, blasted twenty metres above our heads, shredding the rock to shrapnel.

Myth of Days

NOTE: Some of the following text can harm the psyche of individuals. Readers below the age of 18 are advised not to read it.

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“Everyone knows about it. We have to live with it.”

“I know. But why?”

“We cannot reason their beliefs. It would lead to death.”

Tortured Soul

I bleed myself to death. However, death does not come and grant me my freedom. I hope the angels watch over me and everyone else. With each passing day, the experience worsens. There is nothing called life.

An Evil Feast

NOTE: Some of the following text can harm the psyche of individuals. Readers below the age of 18 are advised not to read it.

I cannot tell you much. Our principles forbid sharing our experiences with mortals who dwell in this world. I shall try to be brief as possible. Some information could be vague and general in the matter.

Protect, Defend, Attack

General Plot

In a forest, a butterfly flies in front of a man. A gust of wind passes and throws the butterfly off-balance. The spider’s web takes control of the butterfly. The man attempts to free the butterfly before the spider can feed on it. When the spider’s minions defend the huge network of web, the man falls back in shock and becomes unconscious.

The Traveller

I did not move, but it felt otherwise. When I opened my eyes, the beauty of the cosmos manifested into my vision. The vast blackness of space surrounded me in all directions. In this vast universe of a trillion stars, I was lost in deep space.

Brushing Dragons

“We shouldn’t be here, Master.”, the dog communicated with a yip.

“Do not fear, Slade,”, Herondal comforted him. He knew whenever they came to unknown places, Slade would act like a coward. He bent down to him, “Can you see anything moving out here? These are simply the caves of the ancient world.”

Bless Her Immortal Soul

Life. They say, it is easier to die than live in a gloomy world. The politics of power are played in royal houses, over and over again.

Death. They say, to die displays cowardice to flee from the course of nature that challenges you in every step of your life.

Act, not React

It’s a letter lying alongside the gravelled street, soaked in wet mud. It’s a parchment having a broken seal. It has two folds. I look at its backside.

The Shock of War

It came to nothing in the end. It was a warrant to invite death. There was a compulsion to go to battle with our foes. Every man, woman and child above the age of twenty had to report for duty every day. Training was provided and fierce drills were given, every new one more strenuous than the ones before.

Musical Harmony

Dreams are created from the concordance of music we discover through our everyday lives. There are sense and nonsense, good and bad, sweet and bitter, tasty and tasteless. Music is a drug which produces a notion of movement into the flow of what goes on during our lifetime.

A Wealth of Nature

The aura of nature surrounds me, spreading its fragrance with eternal spirit. A blessing of souls enchants over subtle attributes through all senses gifted to me. Every time I blink to close my eyes, I see different ideas, concepts and visions of reality.

As seen through my eyes

This is my world. I do not know where I am heading. But, I do know there is a place where I can settle down and start letting creativity to take over me. Today might or might not be that day, but I do intend to create a whole new world out of the depths of my mind, those which I haven’t yet found out or imagined yet.

A Hope from our Long Lost Distant Relations

Shtanakhari. That is my name pronounced Shta-na–kha–ree. Obviously, it is a short one and not my real name. You would scream and beg for death if you even started to spell it. And please do not even begin to consider what other options there could be.

Be aware, for Dragons live among Us

They’re in my mind, swimming through my deepest thoughts. Involved they’ve been since I saw them a long time back, and it has been a decade since. Soaring heights and displaying vibrant colours are scales embedded into skin along their body.

Fifty for a Story

My life surrounds me with letters, symbols, words, and sentences, grabbing history and reaching the future. Sandwiched between are difficulties occurring through life. Time recalls when mental thoughts swim deep through trenches, and lifts undying spirits until my waiting end. I am close and it has followed me here finally.