The mists over the valleys feinted those steep slopes and threw out those groovy winds that whispered at the behest of lord who was housed at ‘delusion’. The sledge thundered down the valley down to the Pillars of Precipice. “PILLARS!” my mind yelled.

My naked eye lied more than it was true and so it was my soul’s eye that corroborated these images.

Pillars of Precipice,
Stuck out from crevices,
Stilettos fell shy of their sharpness,
Crystals fell low to their lucidity,
Ploughed were the fields of snow,
Hardened by the rays of sun,
Grown were those trees of hardened liquid.

Pillars of Precipice,
Killed the need for a remnisce,
I Swivelled on the altar laden with ice,
Spiralled like a child with a license to play,
Slid through the alleys showing youthsome blithe,
Pellets they fell from my warmth,
Bitter days, only dwellers of past.

O’ Pillars of Precipice,
Where were you hiding with all this bliss?

O’ Pillars of Precipice,
You can murder any grimace.

O’ Pillars of Precipice,
Your archs welcome my solace.

O’ Pillars of Precipice,
You are a Vagabond’s paradise

Over the summit you are placed like the God’s Arena.

Every pillar has its own charismatic oddity and at the same time an oblivious ferocity. It was on the passage to ‘dark delusion’, where one’s will was put to test. The car, it thudded onto a barricade losing control and with it my limbs, numb were my thoughts now and so was pain. The reprise- my mind woke upto the reality, the pain – effervescent, the reprise -agonising, the chemicals – tasted by my veins, everything for a moment seemed transparent exposing all my frailties and but the hallucinations redeemed itself as the God in my head as bright lights turned into halos and eventually promoted into darkness.

Oracles they whispered on the God’s bequeath. The blizzards, that have vowed to shake my perseverance. The passage mystic to the eyes, mysterious to the mind. Every wrong step leads to the stairway to oblivion, every right step leads to the summit. Whiplashes thudded onto the mountains, “Whence?” my mind yelled, it was the thunder, ” Whither?” it investigated, only few questions have no answers and this is one of them. The voyage seemed eternal with days moving at the pace of deacdes. The peaks they appeared like cones of whey. Their serenity was just a nonchalance for they hid storms just like roses to thorns.

The Mountains of Whey,
Thoughts turned gray,
Lashes to which they fell prey,
My voices have nothing to say.

The Mountains of Whey,
Avalanches fell with fray,
Beneath the snow fortresses I lay,
Buried with thoughts that can put me at bay.

The Mountains of Whey,
My Will, to stay, I Pray,
I conquered with hay,
The piligrimage accomplished with gay.

It was a gruelling journey that almost went bedserk. A voice came from nowhere “How do you feel?” Flabbergasted, I was for a moment but my voices had hit back ” One man climbed the tallest mountain but felt that he was standing on a deepest trench because the sky was taller and he’s yet to conquer.”

The lever which controlled my journeys to ‘delusion’ and ‘reality’ switched to the other side. Liters of saline flew across my peripherals. The voices in my head they echoed again ” Your soul is in a trance that ends only with death. But, it is deceptive enough to steal few delusions that picture its future.”