The Satire Of Life

He was running in a strange world; with the sky admonishingly black, the water of the sea poignant grey, the sand hostilely red, giant rocks that blocked the real world, caves that gleamed yellow in the dark and in this alien world humans seemed introuvable.

He could not reason his presence in such a world, with elements dissimilar to the real one. He knew nothing of what brought him there, why he was there, where he had to go and what he had to do.

From the emptiness, rose a melodious tune that impelled his weak eyes surrender to blackness that limned love and beauty. For a long time he exulted in the euphony and as the music waned, his eyes reverted to see the mystic world, but forth him stood a girl; her colours of suffusing and gracing amends to the obscurity of the cryptic world, and to his lecherous eyes, she was his angel. He was attracted to her; he wanted to touch her, feel her, but as he moved close to embrace her, the sand around his feet swirled and bristled up segueing to the priceless thin supple papers of money, encircling him in the invisible air. His mind flushed, the angel disappeared and the desire now aberrated to money flying around him in plenitude.

He picked them one by one, ebulliently, and as he amassed them in his hands, the wind gushed around him, eddied and swirled to form an enigmatic sphere. Gradually, the wind whirled to form many such spheres and they all inscrutably gyrated around him.
In a sudden moment, huge and venomous beasts pierced the windy spheres and emerged out at lightning speeds. They seemed edaciously hungry as they looked at him, howled and leaped on him. In the nick of time, he eluded a beast’s hand and ran faster than he could to evade the giant creatures that were raring to kill him.

With no other place to head, he ran into the dark cave hoping to find shelter away from the beasts but agony accreted with time as in the darkness he found more of them impatient to kill him. Beasts large and huge, devils black and bloody; he ran away from them all, deep into the cave, hoping an exit into a safe and serene world. But the cave seemed endless with the orange gleams weakening synchronically with every step he placed deep into it and soon only the infinite ebony hollow persisted. In no time, the cave showed its dead end and now, to him, death seemed to be certain and painful in the hands of the devils. He turned praying that he be closed in a limpid air but he only saw uncountable agitated beasts moving towards him. Every step he took backwards only told him that it will all be over shortly. He stood there now with no more steps lift; he surrendered and felt his painful end as the beasts held him against the cave’s dead wall, where one lacerated his skin with the virulent nails and other sprang on him to bite him on his neck……he woke up, his body palpitating in shock and fear, in the middle of the night to find himself alive and safe.

He was awake for a long time, mentally tormented, and unable to explain himself why he saw such an evilest nightmare. He thought his past, the times he was audaciously winning by being vice and inhuman. Yet the nightmare showed him all he wanted with fear winning his desire. His mind showed him the tangency of his desirous life and the ironic nightmare. The dream had displayed to him, the sarcasm of his quality, character and his end in the world. As his thoughts died restoring his sleep, he heard a pleasant voice whispering in his ears…….”Before you start living tomorrow, decide the way you want to die….”

A Tribute

He was sauntering through the graveyard; his old legs slowly treading over the grass surrounding the dead. Every step forward carried him back to those days. A white film emerged in front of his eyes through which he saw and felt his entire life all over again.

He opened his eyes in his mother’s arms enlightened with the feeling of touch and love as she held him close to her heart.

Being the eldest of four, he basked in taking responsibility. His brothers saw him as a singular bastion as kids. He would do anything to protect them, embrace them, encourage them and support them. His sister, whom he loved more than anyone else, would often ask him to buy her things which he would never deny. He loved them all, and he knew he was going to be a big man.

Life seemed to take turns in his teenage. With no time to respite, he worked hard to bring up his siblings’ status. His world didn’t stop with that alone. He was getting prepared for a silent battle.

He started the battle in his prime of age. He strived to ameliorate souls living in abject poverty. He strived to change things that seemed to be in awry, things that were amiss. He worked on bringing scruples into unjustly hearts and carried on being a successful benefactor. He provided the destitute souls of what he could and he smuggled the victuals from where it did not belong. In his endeavor, an ocean of obstacles seemed to be a no greater than a drop.

He set up life for his brothers and fought for the country and thus was revered for his love that he showered on people. His world seemed to bigger than her, the earth.

One day, he was lying down with his eyes open. He had become old and feeble having fought a long battle for people. He was ill and in front of his eyes, the letters of death were flying. His sight dimmed, his sense of his legs and hands started dying, he felt his heart weakening, he was faintly breathing, he was submitting himself to a new world, consciously and subconsciously – he knew he was dying.

He stopped breathing.

Today, he walked as a ghost through the soundless graveyard, alone with memories of life he lived and souls he loved.

He watched his loving brother cremating his body with tears. He smiled.

From the heaven shone a white light that invited him to new world, a world sequestrated from the human world with inhuman attributes, by volition of God. He was sey to step into this world of honour, a world for the greatly lived. Tardily, he ascended through the itinerary of the celestial light and as he moved high, he gazed at the land of reality, waved it good bye and reached the sky to settle as a bright scintillating star.

I woke up, completely awestruck by a resplendent dream. It was still dark and I realized that I had felt the dream in a calm night. I rushed to my window to see the sky.... and there it was. In the many stars that remained placid, one glistered and sparkled brilliantly. Entranced, I walked back to my bed, and lay there with my eyes open, unable to sleep, in the ecstasy of having seen him again in my dream - my Grandfather.

Who has disability?

It was a glorious morning in India. The sun diffused shades of yellowish pleasant red to the sky and the trees seemed to be too fresh and green dancing in the melody of the winds. He was sitting one the ash coloured bench of city’s favourite park, enjoying the gentle breeze touching his hair. Around him, he heard the children playing, the birds chirping, foot steps of men walking around him and women discussing their challenges at home and work.

Minutes later, he sensed the aroma of a woman’s scent that distinctly increased as seconds ticked. He heard her breathing heavily and thudding something on the bench. Then the weak bench creaked and from its feel he understood he was not alone sitting on it.

“Hi”, she said. He would have compared the voice to that of a nightingale but was bored to, as that’s a comparison he read too many in poems in his young days.

“Hi”, he replied with a smile.

“It is a lovely morning isn’t it?” she asked and he could read her smile in excitement.

“Certainly, it is and I am sure you are excited to feel it.”

“Yes, of course. Who wouldn’t love to see this place this morning?”

He never stopped smiling and asked her “Tell me. What do you see?”

That’s when she realized what she hadn’t seen. Regretting what she had said to him, oblivious if she had hurt him, uncertain of what he would feel about things she was to say, she replied in a low voice “I see a beautiful sky coloured pleasant red, I see people happy here, children playing and enjoying with all energy, the green fresh trees and …. And I just continue to see a lot of good things around.”

He was still smiling.

And she continued “I am sorry. I hope I have not hurt you. I didn’t know you were blind.”

He replied as a he picked his hat that was resting beside him and wore it,“Neither am I hurt nor am I blind. To tell you why i am not hurt, I don’t need to see these green trees or happy faces because I have seen them in the past. But from this gentle breeze that makes my hair dance, I can feel how beautiful my surrounding is. From the laughter of the children around, I can feel how happy they are. From the strong footsteps of the men walking in the park here, I can feel their determination to live healthy and from the voices of these women talking, I can feel their relief of taking break in this lovely morning from their daily routines. Now let me tell you why I am not blind. I see nomore men spitting on the roads. I don’t see the eyes of men teasing young women. Neither do I see people bribing all officials nor do I see people breaking the road rules. Moreover, I don’t see slothful citizens drunk on the road and unclean footpath with wastes thrown only by our country’s citizens. These aren't things that only I don’t see. These are things nobody sees. Why should I be labeled blind then? I am just equal to any person with no disability.”

And after he picked up his stick he added “I have eyes that don’t see, you people here have mind and hearts that don’t see. I don’t wear black glasses because I am already in the dark and you wear one, that is not black; not even seeable, to darken your mind and hearts. May be, that means that I am not equal but superior to you all.”

He started walking and she was looking at him with feelings one could never describe and the last she heard from him as he walked away from her was a tune curved to the words….”oh my people, oh my citizens, when are you ever going to learn…”

The Shadow Man

As I lay in the dark under the comfort of the blackness that surrounds me; the eyes alive to witness an impeccable event; through the window shines the light of the moon straight onto me and is born behind me, my shadow.

I witness, as my shadow disunites from me, the heavenly winds en wrapping an unrivaled path of transition; my shadow ascending to the height of the sky through the passage that nature created; and as it rises in the invincible segue, the gods of the goodness blessing it with the power, the identity, the character, the courage, the energy, the weapons, the support, the intelligence, and all that is needed to win battles for the earth against the elements of evil.

I see my dark shadow in the virtual world up there, prepared to fight battles; with strength to fight, mind to win, heart to kill and will to succeed.

I watch, with bated breath and delighted heart, my shadow slashing the heads of the immoral with the sword of the earth’s all the honesty; cremating the corrupt with the fire of all the divested souls, stabbing the hearts of the inhuman bodies that was selfish enough to make the deserving humans unjustly poor; shooting the brains, mercilessly, of the slothful empty souls who disrespect the laws of the nature and hurt the sinless creatures; beating to death and destroying the families of all the avaricious humans who mask their hearts with good; strangling to death the souls with minds that is not patriotic, sucking the blood from the hearts of souls that desire power to misuse and skinning the rich that refuse to help the poor.

After all evil die, I see my shadow standing with blood stained all over its black complex body; breathing heavily in rage and anger; feeling ecstatic that evil were all eliminated and as the good humans of the virtual world surrounded my shadow, applauding, thanking and blessing him for creating such a harmless world, I see my shadow smile…

I see him, departing from the virtual world waving goodbye to the thankful souls, and descending through the magical path that gave it all the nonpareil powers. Down he comes to the real earth and stands in front of me, meeting me eye to eye. With no words to speak and no tears to cry; with no prayers to pray and no feelings to hide; as the virtual world watch us from above; we break out into the loudest laughter a human could ever hear, a laughter so loud that echoes to those suffering evil in hell, a laughter so loud that flies all over the world up there to wipe the tears of the poor, a laughter so loud that lashes the fear from all the good souls, a laughter so loud that brings back life to all that are dead but deserve to live and as the thunder roars and a lightning flashes whiteness to the darkest night , we cry out aloud-“For all you evil still out there or yet to be born, be prepared to die in the hardest way in our hands”… and thus pours the heartwarming rain.

After the celebration; as the silence restores; as we realize that time is just apt for my shadow to reunite with me; I felicitate him with smile expressing my happiness and exhilaration for which he returns a smile to me expressing his hope that I do his deeds for the salvation of the good in the real world; and as he unites with me; I stand near my window, enjoying fragrance of the wet soil, praying to god that I fulfill my shadow’s dreams.

The Journey of Hope

A dream, not what the eyes visions in the long slumber, but what we foresee for ourselves in the future, could incarnate in us all that it would take for the dream to be portrayed real. I believe in such a notion and I lay here feeling the motivation, dedication, concentration and all that is needed, substantiated into actions to feel the existence of what I see in mind.

As the goal lies miles away from where I stand, I only see the treasure and feel the urge to make it belong to me. I need to get there, before anyone does and I have found the right path to have it owned. But that path I have chosen is not uncluttered.

There are crossroads as I travel to conquer my future and I need to take the right way from there. Nonetheless, there is malice all through my path and I have to win combats, all alone, over the so many malicious forces that assail from all the sides possible.

I have come to crossroads and I have experienced taking the right path and making the wrong move but none of this stopped me from aiming what I want and what I think I deserve. I have fought uncountable battles, I won some and lost many but it has never broken my confidence down.

I still see my goal far away in what I imagine to be the mightiest ocean where dwells the malevolence, challenge, hardship, desire, agony, pain, solitude, deceit, vengeance and trauma and where resides the hope, motivation, power, ecstasy, emotions, trust, morals, principles, relationship and love.

Life is fusion of good and bad and that’s what our path contains as we march through the passage that takes us to our desired destiny. How much ever the cruelness of the venom is, regardless of the number of battles I need to terminate, whatever builds against this expedition of mine and however large it may rise to, I will never let go what I got to grab my future. They can never break me down before I get there, and never even get close to me after that!