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Apocalypse

Ok. So where am I? Ok, The desert. The desert is calm for some reason and the sun is rising again for the millionth time. I was brought here some days before when the dark clouds disappeared and all that was left of sky was an open invitation for an unknown object to hit this earth. This is not the reality I expected when they told me I was being sent to prepare for my final days. Anyways, this is my reality until the apocalypse hit the earth in ten days. The humans are dying in the cities and I am here, trying to survive ten more days till this world is just an empty space in the map of our universe. A distant nebula has exploded and the supernova will impact earth. In short, the world ends in ten days.

Now the history, as we know it, is being told to us only through the voices of books. The ancient renaissance helped a great deal in saving the ancient literature. And here I am in this desert holding a copy of “The Swerve” which I just brought before a small meteor hit the Bangalore city with such vital force that now all that’s left of that city is the dust from collision. All this just before these learned and wise elders decided to teleport me to this desert by cheating the laws of time and space.

The swerve is story of Poggio Bracciolini who made a great discovery. In an abbey in Germany he came across a manuscript of a long-lost classical poem. The discovery of that poem was also the start of renaissance. The subject in that poem believed that the gods did not concern themselves with mortal affairs. He didn’t create this universe, which was composed of particles as we see in the space today. These atoms that formed the universe moved frequently and randomly through a void. And they would from a direct course, and strike against each other. Life is one result of this collision, as atoms assemble themselves into forms that enable us to see and breathe. At some point or the other, our atoms will break free and move on in their eternal course through the void. Which means that there is no afterlife, no reward for being nice or bad. That the ideas of heaven and inferno is just man made. As a result human beings should not fear death at all. And yet as this universe is shrinking to death I see humans praying everywhere. If only all this foolish earthlings could understand this poem. I am lost in this desert and with this book in my hand, I don’t fear death. Death is just the road to awe. I am only thankful that I get to live my life now with nothing but just with literature by my side. Literature that saved me when I was alone. The very book that explained to me not to fear this apocalypse but to just embrace it. Well I guess that these atoms have decided to break free and travel through the void to form another universe.

I have decided to wrap this book and keep it safe. Even if this universe is lost, I hope this book can travel trough all voids of space and time and reach the hands of readers from the other side of this galaxy. I can feel another person through this book and that feeling is much better than I have ever felt. My mind is so darkened from this feeling, my soul and body is just terraforming now in an imaginative world and that part of me is much better than reality. The reality that will be history in next ten days. If only books could live forever. Yes, if only….

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When the Darkness crept In

I see darkness everywhere around me
Not a single ray of light
Not a Single person in sight
I feel numbness all around me
The room’s acting strange
There isn’t any bed, window or a secret door
No way in, No way out
The room is silent, scary & dark..
I walk around and i reach nowhere
I run around I reach nowhere
is there none to exist
in this dark space of nothingness
Darkness holds me tight
Like a lover holds his love
Darkness wraps me around
Like a blanket to keep me warm
Oh this Place is Silent
Just like a graveyard
Oh this place is silent
Even when I shout
Have I done something wrong
Did i make someone mad
Did I hurt Someone
‘Why did I deserve to be here
Will I ever see my friends again
Will I be able to say how much I love her
Will I be able to hug my pillow again
Will I ever watch those sunrise again
And then I hear her voice
There I felt her Foot Steps
But she want to avoid me
she doesn’t even want to talk to me
I want to shout to call her back
To promise not to leave her forever
I don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to live without her
And then I hear my friends
They want to tell me something
They are slowly coming in nearby
Giving a signal to make me happy
I hear Shouting “Wake Up, Wake up”
But I ain’t sleeping 
The world around me is collapsing
And I thought is the end near?
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I see green leaves everywhere
The morning coffee tastes sweet
I see love, care and affection to realize
Reality is always sweeter than the dreams 

White Night

A million laughters are heard in a faraway land
Where love is a religion and happiness resides
Where tale of melancholies are rarely recited
Where peace and tranquillity has found its abode…
 
Sadly I find myself in a bed with leads fixed to my chest
With wires dangling and chaos outside my window
The readings in my ECG dance like million fireflies
flying on a tapestry of my wounded desires and wasted blood.
 
This heart desires to see the snow clad mountains once more
My eyes wishes to blink and shine with the same enthusiasm
My legs want to embrace the same pain I had when i first climbed
This life wishes to be the same again forgetting that its broken forever
 
This hospital smells of burnt desires and forgotten hopes
I only see hopeless crying heads all around me,
My soul wishes to escape into the lonely solitary path yet again
My body feels like a helpless new born unable to run in despair
 
The days are spent in suffering of the fall I incurred on my expedition
In total loss of words and in loving the silence all around me
I am trapped behind the walls of this prison of my own making
Waiting for the night where this soul decides to leave the suffering of the body.
 
Tonight the moon is the same as it was fourteen days ago
Tonight the pain is the same as it was on that full moon night
Standing on that edge of a cliff, the moon brought light to the darkened woods
And again this white night will bring rest and light to this burning darkness.