The world was cracking apart, and breaking into two. It felt as if lighting came dashing over this world, and a shining light filled our eye site. The human kind were born to make this world better not to cause destruction. Ashes all round the place, the fire blazing and the screams of the people echoing back every time i take a step forward. The people deeply buried under the buildings and the fire is taking over us to handle this Earth better. But nobody knows what may happen to this world. What will happen after the humans are wiped out from this earth. What? Something humongous just raised out from the land like it is the divine power and has always been there for us. The flowers blossomed again, the trees cherished. Beauty was rising from the ashes.
Reblog- Architectural Terrors
The heat has stayed up late like my mobile phone’s battery on an odd day. My driver’s toy sickens as it zoom past glories, beggars,Lovers; ochre eyes, faces pale orange, awake years under the arms of treasuries of exotic ornaments, Smile at us as we pass by.They hug their ragged neighbors of dirt,Against a world […]Architectural Terrors
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An ode to a gem
Walking down the cobbled alley, the voices of the people in their houses runs through my mind, and soon diminishes as I crossed it. The hustle and bustle of the urban jungle pinched my ears. The billboards next to the road caught my eye. The vintage colours of the 1986 Chevrolet, flashed across the street and casted a colossal shadow. Making a tight grip on my keys of the car, I left for a road that had never been treaded before. The half opened window allowed the cool breeze to bring in the tranquility. After perhaps a long journey of hundreds of miles, the countryside was in sight. The lush green grass of the valley, the untamed cold river reflecting the twilight in the hazy night sky. I rested my tired head, on the cool land and stargazed until the nightingale sung me a lullaby…
The silence of the night was punctuated by the gentle sounds of the water lapping the lakeshore. A thick mist blanketed the lake, lending an eerie glow upon its surface. It was thus the moonlight found him. Draped in the diaphanous mist, the water outlining his face, caressing his skin as she lay floating in absolute abandon, eyes closed, his hair a glorious undulating mass about him; an ethereal water nymph.
The Minor opera
Those days were the days of love. We were wild and free. We were young and beautiful. In the velvet moonlight, dancing by the beach in our blue nightgowns, we couldn’t help singing each other songs all night, bewildering operas that only we could ever dare to sing. The beauty lay upon us.
Happiness is a restless feeling. It may bloom in the summer, but it’s not waterproof either. The same can’t be said wrong about love. The opera suddenly went low. It’s tone dropped. The chord was when that scared the falcons and crows away. It was sad, and desperate. And then it completely broke. The crowd got up to leave. Some left. Some jeered. Some felt sorry. And then it was all over.
It was time to move on…
Seeing the world with electric eyes
I looked beyond the obnoxious truth,
Like the life embedded with many jewels,
Beneath the sun from the ascension,
and like the golden cries,
Voltage bolts thru me,
Optimistic feeling spilled all over my mind,
Oh, can you give me your glamour so divine,
The beauty once again eccentric to the normal eyes,
And as the parting ways from the life,
Those golden truths that cost a fortune,
My thoughts piercing through them,
Just like fire from ice,
And just like those ecstatic dreams from agony and pain.
The relishing music in the air, soothed down into tranquility. The Piano stopped playing, leaving the last note to echo in the room, for quite some moments. Later, dead silence was laid in front of the room. The silence was smothered like a golden Phoenix reborn, from the fireplace. The pianist, gawked out of his window willing to go outside the room, after seeing the clamour. Soon, the wind’s changed it directions turning into a whirlwind, and eventually making a hindrance in the way of the pianist to go out. He again sat on the chair, and then the tunes were heard again.
Life in Corona
It’s been about 24 hours,
I have been staring at the clock
Hoping some day, life wouldn’t stare at such a deadlock.
I have been counting the number of star,
I have sewed a thousand loons.
I have been watching superstars,
I have listened to a 100 tunes.
I have been playing the Guitar,
I have blown a thousand balloons.
Boredom has left a deep scar,
And all day long I am watching cartoons.
Getting paid back
A midget error came in mankind,
And it caused more than destruction,
The system stopped working,
And lead us to the right direction.
It came as a joke,
And then perished hundreds of lives,
Leaving a message to our hearts.
It was like a punishment to our sins to the nature,
And we got paid back.
We developed too far,
That we forgot what was the beauty.
We forgot the beauty that has been lost,
And the beauty has been turning to a beast,
And giving all of us what we deserved.
My gaze went till my eyes saw the paradise which was never ending. The high elevated canopy, the pine trees aligned, the place to walk in between those tress all attracted my attention. The fly next to me started hovering above me, and jiggle next to me, and tried to communicate something. She jiggled and then went far away into the lost beauty which was unawakened. The fly went to it’s home which was soon perishing, the nature’s gift that we got is slowly getting diminished. It was a lost beauty full of those treasures that are not discovered, and it feels as if I am on an odyssey that has never been taken before.