madness :) It was a cold morning, unusually gloomy and the clouds seem to have subdued the mighty rays of the sun. I remember faintly the past night and the ale playing with my weary head, disintegrating my memory. Shadows of the fire and warriors around it, conversing about the heroic deeds and the slaughter of thousands by the battle field gives them a hearty laugh and a sense of contentment. Beating their shields with their armored gloves, they sing loud and joyously: “Decades and centuries have men raged battles, a silent word for its price, whispered the echoing winds as it breezes by the lonely mountains. Freedom cried the unsung heroes, dead and decayed beneath the mountains. The skies pour as the wind sings the funeral sorrows and the drizzle gently sweeps the honor. The death is indeed freedom gained without bloodshed.” I was living in my memory and the present, a memory left for tomorrow to come. I woke up and the smokes were gone with the warriors, leaving behind the dead charcoal; warm and dying like my memory, so much alive but yet dead. An image of me stares at me sitting on a boulder inside my streams of thought. He trembles in fear as he speaks to me, “on the rays of life, my vessel floated and travelled to directions unknown. Scorching heat boiled steams of rays in the ocean of sun and I have travelled far and wide. Alone in the empty ship, did I ventured with lonesome thought but the ocean below, boiling with rage spoke of me. Fire and bolts by thousands destroyed my precious vessel and as I sank with it, fires of yellow and red consumed me. A part of the ocean did I become, melting and burning in pain of liberation, my souls remains in the flame, caged and burning in generations to come.” I could hardly see him and my vision blurs as his voices in me echoes. I sat back on the couch and put on the radio, listening to the melodies my mind swayed far within me, there is a prison in my thought, resides a devil of memories of vivid past. A pain of pleasurable dome he calls his home; a wretched soul caught in time, I have travelled into the space of calm nothingness. There I saw fallen angels weep by the shore, tears of joyful sorrows rolled down their angelic cheeks as I passed the shore. Their gaze mesmerized the innocence in me, for I am a human caught in the web of beautiful void. I sat besides the endless shore and witnessed the joyous tragedy of immortal beauty of vanity in me. I turned the radio off and the vanity in me I could feel, staring at the mirror in front me, I was lying on the couch, looking at myself wondering who I am? Am I a person that is or am I a soul or just a mere image of imagination inside that person? A storm of hail showered across my valley of mind. Disintegrated thoughts flourished as the storm destroyed the last of the peaceful flowers. The birds of cheerful happiness disowned the valley and time deserted as the valley turned to a desert of lifeless sands. Sand dunes hover as the winds breezed by and a memory of nothing remained imbedded in the sands. I look around my room, with cloths scattered all over, a reminiscent of my childhood days in the same room flashes by, an innocent boy with thoughts of toys grew up to be a complete fool of the world he thought to be perfect. Yet, like the cloths I fold and the chores of cleaning, life moves on as the old cloths left behind crippled and forgotten. Let the new cloths be tried and memories be built as time shores by, for memories is the only intangible and immortal wealth a human being can strive for.
Posted on: Tue, 26 Nov 2013 12:22:50 +0000