Deviation

What a deviation is it by our creator! He designed this skin to deviate us from what we ought to do in this world, he created this flesh on everybody to make them talk about its texture and its beauty. He made this layer only to digress us from the crude realities of life that go untouched, that remain unfathomable.

Actions on someone’s face never give a perfect path for us to delve into their mind. What for are we so obsessed of this skin then? Why do we argue about lack of honesty when the answer to it is known? Day and night we stand in front of the mirror praising ourselves of the beauty we possess, forgetting the purpose of our visit to this world.

Never do we dare to venture deep, deep into our world. we fear the deep forest, we move away from deep waters, we fear of the strong currents as we move farther away from the shore, we find those peaks unconquerable. There is a certain phobia writ on our minds about depth and distance which we tend not to erase.

We love building boundaries, ever since our existence we built walls in the name of kingdom.Those beautiful walls we try to protect, seldom expand but never demolished for we need a boundary to protect, a boundary to live. We love being finite like our body forgetting the infinite nature of our mind and hence we try to chalk out its dimensions. Where is the will to paddle into rough waters, where is the will to know thyself?

Trapped in this deviation and addicted to finiteness, we venture nowhere, we burn the threads of imagination, kill the vagabond who possesses route to the treasures we are supposed to unearth. This is the deviation that our creator had made, only few find a way to fall back on the right path, others love the ambiance of a cage that they have gone into, stay frozen in it till they breathe last. Only few are your true creations or are those who realize their true worth, others haven’t deciphered that this is a deviation..”

“Eventually, genesis sustains and nemeses remain in this world.

Hail! Thy deviation O’ creator!

Hail! Thy deviation!”

A Paradise in Hell

“ When the night befalls, you are my daylight,
When thoughts embitter, you are my solace,
When on the race to the sun, you stand like my flag bearer,
When everything is lost, I can brag of your silky embrace,
With a smile you bring out a coruscation of million suns,

I am coming straight to the point

Will you take my hand in yours,
My pleasures with yours,
My agonies with yours,
And say I will be with you,forever!” Danny whispered in Nina’s ears, pampering her head. She looked around, everything seemed spooky to her, those words haven’t struck gongs that threw the alarms out of the clock that bore her past, she couldn’t say no, neither say yes. This world is an eldritch place for those who commit no sin, it wrests its laments on poor beings whose inability to change the variables of time and life is exploited. Danny is the new victim of the vicious game that fate relishes playing on.

Dejection was writ over his face, tears seemed a worthless possession as they welled up in his eyes. Sebastian sighed and reminded Danny of the story that he had narrated to him couple of days ago. Danny’s thoughts now shifted towards Joan, his estranged daughter. Severance is an alien to the relation that existed between parents and children, he knew that somewhere in his mind it yelled of her presence, somewhere in time she’ll be waiting for the inevitable reunion. Thoughts have made his head heavy, a walk on the promenade at the Battery Park with lilting sounds of Atlantic would bring some weight off it.

Danny was strolling down the boulevard to have a glimpse at the world outside. The passer-bys they threw a smile and so did he, but they didn’t know that beneath his smile lay a heart-wrenching agony. He entered into a stationary mart to get himself a bunch of ball-pens, the salesman gave him the best bunch, but the salesman doesn’t know that behind the man’s pen lay a writer whose sentences generated tides of contemplation in readers. Danny walked down the boulevard a few more yards, gulped his Migraine pill which was prescribed to be taken at this time, the pill knew only of migraine and not of deadlier hemlock destined in his heart.

Slowly, Danny reached the Hospital and took out his diary “I am running towards a destination that unlocked the richest treasures ever heard of. Few moments later, I arrive at a place where there’s a ladder that takes me to the glowing sun and a promenade that promises me to gift the sun when I race towards the horizon. Which one should I take? Which one is faster?” scrawled Danny in his diary which is looking ragged out of rough use.

To be Continued…