The testimonies of time

I have an 'unusual' friend.. staying with me at home.. Its not unusual to have 'unusual' friends nowadays though.. Most of my peers flaunt one.. From the very inception of the 'friendly earth' space odyssey in the last century, 'unusual' people, or aliens (as famously known) have taken quite a fancy to our planet.. Aliens gading around our earth in pairs is a pretty common site.. I fondly remember the day when we managed to establish contacts with the first extraterrestrial clan in space.. Our centuries old quest for life in space had finally bore results.. We had achieved what our ancestors had long coveted.. We've come a long way since.. The intermingling of communities was a natural consequence.. Yes, i go to school.. I have to be there each day..From evening to night.. It was called off yesterday, when the mega air generators developed a technical snag.. The enclosed glass building went short of air.. My teacher teaches us a lot of new things.. T...

l ike the light at the end of the tunnel.., the impenetrable darkness never fades, like the fragrance of the flowers.., the leaves break and wither to all shades... like the stars scintillating at night.., the summer sun singes the sand, like the tranquil breeze through the hair.., the prodigious high tides lash the land... like the green cover in the forest.., the deserts line the map of earth, like the ethereal fog on the cold surface.., to carbon black smoke there's no dearth... like the serene blue skies.., the honks-brawls never cease, like the 'sweet dream' each night.., the nightmare perturbs thy ease... like the path that lies ahead.., the trail left behind is daunting, like the heights newly attained.., the GHOSTS of the past are HAUNTING...

Hmmm.. So I’ve been on a thinking spree.. On a rather enchanting yet arduous one at that.. It’s like that giant joy ride at the amusement park that amuses you first but as the speed increases to its max, you begin to feel nauseous..!! I guess that's what free time does to you. Your self-proclaimed-introspection by way of your random-to-the-core tut-tuts and self inflicted scrutinies start taking up gigantic concrete forms, much like that of a rotten shady egg, smelling profoundly of squalor, the sudden shattering of which threatens to engulf your senses in a vast sludge of delusional emotions which have this tendency to play havoc-havoc with your normal disposition.. So when this rotten demoniacal egg assumes a size that would put a dinosaur to a complex, it becomes vital to make the egg boil taking care to keep it from rupture, and ensuring at the same time the slime is quietly transformed to a soft disposable mass.. And thence thou embark on thy blogging voyage..:P No, I’m not ...

"What are you trying to do !!?" I exclaimed as I noticed my fellow engineering classmate copying out chemical reactions on a notebook, from a 12th class chemistry book, a coupla days before our sessional exams, My mind in its workshops started exploring possible responses as it took a devoted ride of all our engineering subjects trying to link them with 12th class chemistry. But each connection seemed preposterous and futile.. And then she spoke.. Her words struck me like a jolt from the sky and i could feel my ears ringing with the reply.. "I’m making notes for my younger bro in class 12 who's going to appear for boards soon." i was simply awestruck to say the least. I recalled how i had reacted when my sister called me up for her doubts and queries last day. The instinctive guilt and self reproach flooded in, like a stream of wind on a chilly winter night. expressing my introspective thoughts and my rationale was hence due.. This world moves at a fast pace.....

“delta force on stand by…” “start work on ground zero…” “roger that…!!” no I’m not planning bombarding any enemy base with nuclear WMDs..Literary WMDs are the order of the day. The military perceives “ground zero” in a completely different manner than what I reckon.., it’d be advisable to warn the people interested in the armed forces that the matter might be so not ‘ground zeroish’..!! for starters, ground zero is exactly how I feel trying to post something here after a long gap.. abstract nonsense being my forte, a ground zero article on the same fascinating phrase is not something to put for an exhibition anyway..I’ll still try do some justice... life itself personifies ground zero in umpteen no. of ways.. wonder how u work really hard for something and it falls out all of a sudden leaving u stranded at the same point u had started building it from, it gives a feeling of remoteness, the unpleasant placidity of solitude which exactly defines this zero ground..The path from this poin...

The lightening streak, in clouds eluded, purposeless seemed any deed.., the sun, moon & the world merely lingered, inspiration they didn’t much breed.. I was stuck in the tornado of time, going on and on with no clear site.., days just strolled past in dismay, the aviator couldn’t control a kite.. This all ceased, that one day, when winds cleared the hazed.., I felt a light brimming me inside, as I saw the prettiest damsel I’d gazed.. As you walked past with panache, personifying a gorgeous tide.., the aura binded my erratic thoughts, and I felt the trance by the side.. Like rose petals floating on pristine water, your hair danced to the tunes of air.., the simple attire appeared ethereal, akin to snowtops conjuring the glare.. My heart seemed exhilarated, thumping.. Yes! I could hear the sound.., my hands acknowledged the transfix, the bemused legs lingered on the ground.., I watched thy silhouette fade away, till the distance as it faded away.., I held myself stirred to the soul...

Grab ahoy! the first hold, alone on the untreaded, tread on.., lays your destiny its subtle steps, for long in your slumber it has drawn.. Dread not the splinters on the way, hardly do they pierce deep.., aware you are, of the road at length, you’ve carved it in your sleep.. “A cul-de-sac”, its called by the clique, there’s nothing more futile they say.., the denunciation, oh! its amusing, luster you behold beyond the fray.. The path is at large picturesque, positive perspective here, seals the deal.., enthralling so is the destination, adversities as many, let the road reveal.. The scattered sunrays mark its daytime, crafting shadows where the trees intrude.., mystical lights ornament the night, dancing across the surface, they elude.. Your peers, still are loath, wedge, their feet may, in the swamp.., fret no bar for the intrepid, lotuses, you foresee, after the tramp.. Grab ahoy! the first hold, alone on the unfollowed, forge on, honor... yes, glory! awaits the inventor, your reveri...