Wednesday, 30 January 2013

VisDare: Obscure

Last week's VisDare prompt triggered a little something. This flash continues from here.

In Alaska, you will find a monk who will bequeath to you the map of 'Moskha'.
The print on the old papyrus was seared into Ryan's brain. He had found the withered piece of parchment in the dead man's pocket as he had tried in vain to revive his passive heart. The letter was addressed to the man's son; to Ryan...
He climbed the last few steps to the monks haven. The stone steps gave way to a polished wooden floor, the natural cave morphed into a tastefully furnished apartment. Whoever lived here was most definitely not a monk. 
And then he saw him, a crippled figure bleeding on the floor, with one hand on his bullet wound and the other beckoning Ryan to come forward. 
Even as Ryan tried to staunch the bleeding he knew that the monk stood no chance of survival. As if reading his mind, the monk grabbed Ryan's jacket and pulled him closer. 
"You're Samuel's son." it was a statement, not a question.
"Y...yes." Ryan hesitated. 
"My desk...first drawer on your left...a" 
"I need to get you to a doctor." Ryan said getting up to look for a phone. The monk tightened his grip. 
"No. You stop...them."
"Who? What are you talking about?" Ryan asked, the terror in the monk's eyes infecting him.
"The picture...Find the girl. Find your destiny." the words came out in haggard breaths. Soon the death grip the monk had on his collar slackened as he ascended to the final abode. 
Ryan rummaged around the monks desk until he found what he was looking for. A photograph of an Asian girl. He checked the back for a date, a place...any clue.
India. He saw written in fine print.
The land of the Gods. Here I come.

Wednesday, 23 January 2013

VisDare: Steps

At the four corners of the world lie the the most exquisite treasures the universe has ever seen. North will give you 'zoe'. South will give you 'ilm'. East will bequeath 'love' and west will endow 'patience'. 
The words of the dying old man resonated in his ears as he stepped on the first rung of the almost vertical staircase. He was almost there.
A few days ago he would have laughed if someone had told him that he would be in Alaska the following week, keeping a dying man's last wish; the man he had hated all his life; the man he had killed...

Thursday, 17 January 2013

It's raining

I woke up to the music of rain- a symphony orchestrated by millions of tiny droplets crashing to the earth. The melody was interspersed by the occasional rumble of thunder and the streaks of blue-white lightening cutting across the heavenly black.
School got cancelled and having nothing better to do I watched nature at play.
The leaves shook off the age old dust that had layered them for months. I could hear the birds sing to this rain. The nature was at its best.
On the other hand, all human activities appeared to cease. The roads became desolate with only the rare car speeding off to an unknown destination. Windows stayed shut as the sapiens locked out the strong winds and the unforgiving shower. An air of despondency blanketed my town and it made me wonder whether this rain which brought unbriddled joy to me caused others of my species some sadness?
Then I saw her, a little girl shrieking in delight as she twirled round and round in the rain, a big grin splashed across her face. From the safety of the verandah her mother called to her. She resisted, ignoring her mother's voice. The mother called again, this time with a gentle threat of catching cold. The girl realised her time was now up. She went inside unwillingly, leaving a bit of her innocent childhood outside and carrying a fond memory of dancing in the rain, forever in her heart.
It's still safe to dance in the rain. Soon enough our beastly activities would make rainwater acidic and who knows getting wet in the rain might turn life threatening! So grab the moment. Next time when it rains pause. Live every drop that falls. Take a break from your incessant working and breathe...
Trust me, it's worth it.

Live for a moment...

Friday, 4 January 2013

Midnight stars

Starry Sky

As the golden orb falls into the depths of oblivion,
As darkness creeps after sundown,
Midnight stars
Claim the deserted, unearthly stage.

With a beauty that's swallowed by dawn.
With an indelible bewitching charm
Midnight stars
Shine to a sleeping world.

Mesmerizing in their effervescent twinkle,
Even when the clouds sail
Midnight stars
Wink from behind the misty veil.

Raconteur of tales,
Of love, of hate, of betrayal,
Midnight stars,
Persistent yet ephemeral.

Open to interpretation.
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