“The void darkens everything,” The persistent grey clouds show no hint of clearing out, and never have, for the last seven years. “Truth be told, I’m dead to the real world. The concrete jungle succeeds in its conquest to disturb, damage, and destroy the natural balance.”
One in sixty-two sectors display only thirteen per cent of natural world beauty. The rest dissolves in a slumber of grey, visibility down to a few hundred metres. The planet is beyond saving now, so say most activists, blaming every government and corporate not proactively involved towards preservation.
Outside, smoke brushes against the window, desperate to get in. Everything inside the room appears phased out and shattered, molecule by molecule. And yet, they appear as concrete objects.
“We are, without doubt, a black spot on this planet. We are responsible for what we’ve done. We cannot go back in time to repair the damage we’ve done so far.”
A crowd of people surrounded the young woman who gave the speech on a stage. She was in her late 20s, almost as if she had bloomed out from a university degree with great success. Sara was a true inspiration for everyone, leading her way to provide justice towards climate crisis. Most people attending today’s speech had followed Sara ever since she started silent protests towards climate justice.
“Why do we suffer from what others have done before us? Aren’t they worthy of our blame on them? And yet, we lie here on the brink of an irreversible point where out climate shall never turn its tide again. Our planet’s mercy was laid in front of us long ago while we waged war amongst ourselves. And we never thought of the future consequences. Why is it we survive all of these threats? And most of all, why is it that when it comes to natural disasters, we start blaming the planet, or even some of the gods to have performed something to make us realize what we’ve done to put ourselves in the first place?”
It’s day four. The living legends have crumbled to ash and dust. Not a soul lives around. Not a day goes by.
I’m all alone…
… And it’s already day four.
Nature is all crushed and withered, and so are the clear blue skies that seemingly crack out lightning and thunder all day. Even the foggy dark nights shower us with ashes that erupt from volcanoes across other continents. Every morning, the ground cracks from rapid temperature changes, a sudden drift into the oncoming heat of sunlight. These are our final days, the days we always predicted would come eventually.
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.
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.
The days are bright and clear. Sunshine bathes the world with infinite blessings, grounds blush as flowery buds sprout to display vibrant colours of dashing beauty, spread across to reflect the water beads glimmer. Feathery friends live in enduring lives over evolving matter. Interwoven between all such matters are invitations from species of the inexhaustible creepy crawlers, which dress up among territories and secure grounds to provide an endless nourishment towards sustenance. Continue reading
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. Continue reading
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. Continue reading
Silence. Quiet, it is. There is nothing I hear. There is the sound of nothing. Thinking about it makes me shiver. Only yesterday, I’d heard the crows cawing in the middle of the night, the blades of the ceiling fan cutting through to air, and the rustling of leaves as they’d shift sideways. Continue reading
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. Continue reading
It could be a collective idea. Everyone had a single approach towards perception. A red transparent-glassed bottle with aerated liquid contained inside it. Its cap lay open and droplets of the liquid were spilling out after its reaction with air. Continue reading
I’m one of them. It’s a fact, not yet known to mankind. Human civilisation depends on us more than ever. Not all are travellers. They’re bound by laws and principles laid out by our giver of life. Continue reading
All patterns, including knowledge and wisdom, are governed by Nature. – Silence
Hey you. Don’t turn around to see and expect someone else. I’m talking to you. Yes you. Don’t you remember me?
He came to the beach to be alone. He didn’t know it would be this deserted. He thought he saw someone move, and then he heard a rustle in the crevice. Somewhere down the rocks. He walked towards the edge and bent over. Continue reading
“We live forever. It is only what you shall perceive what you see, nothing more.” – Dragon Queen Bargrathmarsithfa.
I’m the great Dragon Lord Arachmahphracth.
And that is not my true name. For it shall stay hidden from all other races. Continue reading
I’m old now. Life has worn me through ages I’ve set afoot on. Each moment passed makes my soul to sacrifice partial eternity to the universal construct. I’ve lived long enough. Continue reading
It’s all close to me. Nature. I can give you my perspective. An object‘s perspective. I can feel through my senses, those which are abstract, which don’t exist in the current laws of physics. Continue reading
Hear me all. For those who can’t, won’t hear me again. – Silence
It sounds weird to speak of myself, and not a word from the true author. If you aren’t convinced, please give me a chance to prove it to you. If you visit the About page on this blog, you’ll read the blunders created by the author. Continue reading
Friday morning. People rushed to work. Most people ran to catch trains and buses, as if their lives were at stake or the world was coming to an end. As for me, I was out for a walk. I’d woken up late today and had walked five kilometers, half of what I walked daily. Continue reading
Legendary Dragon Queen – Synopsis:
In a world where life thrives with different races, dangers lurk in all corners of the planet and none are safe at any given moment. Travellers are lost and never found. In this terrible world of terror, a dark legend is about to wake up.
Within the borders of the various kingdoms, corruption, politics and hatred has evolved through the growing terror that lies deep within the human souls. The fate of the human race and its kingdom lies only in the hands of those who can face their fears, become courageous, and believe in a destiny that can be changed.
Please note – This story is both a work in progress and a first draft.
The morning was bright. The sun beyond the hills lay far to the east beyond the forests. There were sounds full of twittering birds and insects. On few occasions, the air would fill with sounds of low growls, those that lay within the forest.
Outside along the path that lay across the river that flowed in parallel to it, stood a shiny spectacle of rock that spit out light across from within the river. There were lots of other jewels around it as well, but this one, was more than anything anyone would have had seen. With the rising currents in the river, the jewel would get caught up into the water current and flow downstream. Continue reading