Lord of the War 2/6 - Valli

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Lord of the war 1/6

The lord of the war, Murug, after two kills walked down towards the flooding river. He dipped His spear into the speeding stream and the river washed the dirt and the possibility of poison from the metal. His men were with him looking at his strong arms, tight biceps carrying the heavy metal like a tiny stick.

Murug walked back from the river though the rage in his heart though he quenched His spear in water he could not quench is burning heart out of anger. At a long distance away from the speeding river He saw a silhouette of a woman sitting on a rock with her hands behind her back, her legs swinging out from the rock and her breasts pointing upwards. The Sun had hallucinated to look her like a shadow. Murug stopped and saw the silhouette and asked His men to stop there were they are and He walked towards the woman.

A mild scepticism protruded in his heart, is she an angel or a nymph of the river or a evil ghost!

He knows no fear. Only the one who is afraid of death know fear, Murug know even the death could not fight with Him. As He walked towards her the colors unveiled like a Sun light penetrated drizzle. A long strong tiger skin which was softened against the rocks to make it as a wrap-around for her hips, soft red cloth covered her breast unveiling the firmness and the beauty of her femininity. She wore a hip chain which looked to be loosened lately as she become lean. A black thread with multiple knits and knots and a sharp tiger tooth hung from her neck just over her bosom.

She twisted and turned playing with the air and the anklet in her feet sang to the dance of her body. Her long hair that ran till her thighs was properly knitted and bunch of flowers in yellow decorated her hair. Her forehead was small, contemplating her eye thick dark eye brows. She had black eyes sharp and shiny. She looked like a mix of twilight and night in her complexion. With all that her hand was strong and her legs were firm.

Murug walked slowly towards her and before He reached her a group of girls came running towards the girl on the rock. He moved little forward.

What is your name? He asked. She didn’t reply. She neither feared nor taken back. She slowly got down moving her hip from the rock and stood firmly on the river shore sand. Murug looked her from her feet to her forehead. What is your name? He asked again.

Who are you? Why are you here? She replied with questions. He saw the rage of a warrior in her eyes. He moved little further. The girl climbed the rock on which she was playing and drew a sword from behind the rock. She released the sword from its scabbard and lifted it towards the sky. The blade glinted by the Sun. She jumped down to the sand wielding the sword towards Murug’s chest. He didn’t move, instead stopped her sword with His spear. The strike was strong. Hearing to the sound his men rushed towards Him with their spears and daggers in hands. He knew that would happen so He raised His right hand towards the sky signalling them to stop and stand where they were.

Strong hands He said. Stronger than you think She replied.

Meanwhile a girl from the group ran back to their livings and a group of men with their swords came running to protect the girl with the sword. She saw her people coming for her support.

Call your men, get ready for the fight She screamed. Not required He replied still adoring her courage and beauty; a rare combination.

Men behind the girl rushed in attacking formation but as soon as they neared the girl they changed the formation and walked towards The Man standing tall opposite to her and went on their one knee, a salute to the great warrior and the lord of the wars. Praise to the Warrior Murug, Praise to the lord of the wars they shouted in unison. Along with them the girl went down on her knee. Murug gestured them to stand.

She left the sword on the ground and went behind the oldest man in the group.

Come out. She walked towards Him. Take the sword. She lifted it like a warrior. She was still adorable. What is your name? He asked.

Valli She said with her heads down in shy.

Lord of the War 1/6

On the top of the mountain, with skin of the bison in his feet, which he had torn in one of his hunts, with a rock crushing stance one foot over a rock and other on the land he stood firmly like midday sun on the summer. He was born in the colour of tender mango leaves and with the eyes of a crouching tiger. No more could the rays of the Sun penetrate his tanned thick skin. Under his feet lied a heavy metal spear that which only he could lift. Never the hunt failed, never the hunt survived. He was neither brutal nor cruel because he knows he does what is imbibed in his heart; the destination of his birth.

He was the God of protection. The Mid day on the mountain top with the millions of trees and thousands of people under his feet was a usual day. A flock of birds was flown disturbed from far north of the forest down the mountain. The sound of the waterfall in the east, rushing flood in the river below the mountain, and the roar of a hunting lion; all he could hear for his ears become sharper over the years. Amongst all the sound the disturbed birds disturbed his ears; he knew it could be a new animal that entered into the forest missing its way or a stranger hunter exploring new hunts.

He bent down to lift his heavy spear which looked like a pocket Saber knife in his hands. Rush he called out and ran towards the north where something new has entered his regime. With his roar to rush, men who were strong, but only that of half of their lord, rushed behind him trying to cope up with his speed. A few minutes of non stop and resilient running He reached the exact spot where He smelled disturbance.

An Elephant triumphed near by. Silence he commanded his men and signalled to stay low. The forest went silent and only the sound of oozing wind prevailed along with a sing of a distant bird and chirping of tiny insects. His ears sharpened to the situation. He could hear the sound of the metal rubbing in the hands of a strong hand. Within seconds the sound become feeble and the sound of a metal tearing the air become vital. He had only minuscule seconds to react. He turned to the direction of the sound rotating his spear. A strong long metal arrow with a sharp tip penetrated the near by tree after hitting His spear. The spear was sharp, different from the normal spears. The edges were curved inward; instead of the diamond tip of any normal spears His was polished. When other spears tip was sharp to penetrate the target His entire spear acted as that tip; only he could wield.

The arrow vibrated hitting tree. The tree bled in white. The arrow was shot from a short distance, He calculated with the speed and intensity of the hit. He turned towards the directions from which the arrow had come and awaited for another arrow with his chest firm. He wielded his spear and the arrow that aimed his chest broke in to two pieces with the vibrating sound of his metal spear. Within the second as the arrow broke He aimed at the direction and He knows what to hit and threw his spear.

Can a heavy weight metal travel faster than a arrow that was shoot from a fastest bow? Will it hit the aim before the target escapes?

Before all this questions got raised in the mind of the fresh man of his troop, a screaming sound of a man in pain hurled everybody’s ears. His men ran towards the sound and found a dead man on the land with a bunch of arrows in his basket and a tin of venom in his bag.

The spear went through target’s chest and penetrated the earth. He unplugged the spear and looked at one of his finest man to put the body into pyre. He collected the venom and remembered the tree that has hit by the venom dipped arrow.

Everybody went back to the tree which was bleeding. The arrow hit spot blackened and He knew that the tree would not survive and the poison could have spread all over its branch and fruits. He lifted his spear drew His hand back like a bow, said Sorry brother you will not survive and would be danger to the other lives and shoved it in the middle of the tree. The tree cracked at the middle and with the force he drew back the spear it split into two halves and fell on the ground.

He turned towards His men and grounded his Spear on the earth.

His men shouted victory to Murug, the lord of the war.

Drop of water

Like a drop of water from the drizzle wet leaf, of an autumn suffered tree, falling from the top branch to the water pool below the tree in the side of the rain washed road; your image drops from my memory branch to my heart. Ripple in my emotion pool. I lay still like an undisturbed leaves covered mud settled pond. Fishes swim as the water is clear, breeze is slow, there is no in flow or out flow of the water. And there comes the song, that reminds me of the day when our eyes met, fingers touched, magic happened, as a meteor from the sky, from outside the earth, part of the planet that earth doesn’t owns, and falls into the pond stirring the water, disturbing the fishes, causing the mud to unsettle and heating up the wind around. Life gives diamond that is selected, cut, shaped, and sharpened so that you could cherish for the life time. All that you need to do is protect, love, and polish. You throw it in the pool of glass pieces, fake diamonds and ice cubes. Searching the given diamond is painful because glass pieces hurts the fingers, ice cubes numbs the hand and when you pick one from the collection thinking, even if that is not the original, will behave like a diamond and try to place it near your chest, all you will do is bleed.

Flash Flood

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I know not to swim; there is a flash flood in the eyes. A melancholic melody is travelling through my neural ravine to my brain when I write, I stop not the song for the brain remembers the days of the past as same as the song. Water blurs my sight as the song goes deep in to the soul. It is the play of the hippocampus to conjure the years of life in minutes of the song and the music dilates the condensed memories to eyes that witnessed the past. If it is a war with blades and swords, I can shed blood and flesh; why not some parts of the body too! But people are good with words than swords for it’s the only weapon against the brave when they are down in ground with wounds in heart. In the race to gain paper money how many hearts were torn! In the race to gain power how many souls were burnt!

It is not the wound that hurts, not the flesh that was burnt, or not the hand that has cut but the scares. It is when the heart it at its weakest selfish people inject venom in the vain. When you cannot smile is when the snakes show their pangs. It is better to live with the serpents that kill with one strike, the intention is clear, but the almighty potter has slept while making some pots that make much noise in the name of love with a layer of poison inside. You eat in that pot daily, pinch by pinch, only to know that it is not the god that made the pots wrong but the pots drank poison from the place it was sold.

Never once the traitors think the pain of the sufferers; when you live the life of happiness pushing others in to the abyss. When you live in the garden filled with flowers and trees and with your off springs, the one you pushed in to the active volcano dies day by day with his skins burnt, flesh rotten, organs scorched, and the soul tarnished. The heart fumes with rage when the sleep is spoiled by the pangs of the betrayal and soul succumbs whenever a tiny fingers falls in the eyes and small feet kicks the air and sings the song of cry.

May you all, that believe you can comfort in the agony of others, live long.

Adult

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She is growing young again, tiny and childish laughing at all silly small things, smiling at every known face just like she did when she was a school girl. She has become like the one she was when she was in the borderline of the childhood and adolescence, but it was when she was growing up to watch her life and now she doesn’t want to see her life. How true it is that tears vents out all your sorrows because it is for us but the laughter hides all the pangs as it is for others. She was a pretty woman married to a handsome man. And unlike the society, her life was happy with good in-laws in place of her parents. The new relationship, a spouse, was happy with her internal and external beauty. She smiled as a grownup girl in her adulthood, her spouse smiled, and the family smiled and then God smiled - she had a baby boy.

The income was good and got better with the little lucky charm in her hand. She was glowing with the happiness of life with pride. More friends, elusive respect, and God thought what more can I offer her. She was a good home maker, making the home a good place to live. Everybody around her was good. The kid was growing up with the same effulgence as hers. The people are jealous of her life until the day the god who was covering her up from the reality missed the veil from his hands.

Her spouse lost money in millions into his virtual reality. He had shown a charming face in the palace as he was building a grave for her outside. There was another woman in his life, in fact in her life. Greed for more beauty and more life like her, he has gone for another knowing not she was just a mirage. He had a parallel life that which he thought was beautiful than the one he already has. In the trance of flesh he forgot that all that he saved was getting washed away in sewage. Until the day came for him to know he has lost all he had for his entire life. Now all he was left with him was his wife.

She learnt all that was happening to her but it was late as her son has grown up. All that she could do was to scream at the monster husband she loved but that scared her son. She cried all day and night. The money was scarce, the peace was lost, and above all the love has ditched her.

Without turning back at her life she started to work for money. The loans that she got for her husband, the love she showered for him all are due. It was once when his telephone rang and she picked up, a voice that of a witch asked her for her husband. Her broken heart shattered into pieces and when she was collecting her shattered pieces of heart her boy came running to her as his father was crying looking at him.

The next day she woke up, put her boy in the safe hands again, picked her bag, finished her chores, and picked herself with courage and came out of the house with the same smile that once she had in real, now as a veil, to walk to her office near by.

The Evening sky

 

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…just like I write whatever I feel like writing because it is my space, I saw the twilight had scattered the clouds everywhere and painted the sky with all shades of orange.  The Master – Sun – is going down, and the Moon is already high in the sky.  The other side of the sky was plain with no clouds and with flock of same feathers flying high in the sky.  It all looked harmonious until my eyes reached the horizon where a tallest chimney is contaminating the lungs of our planet.  I was in my terrace. And when I walked to the edge of the terrace a crow flew over my head.  It did seem normal until he took a U turn and aimed its beak to my head.  The crow looked larger than usual; No, nothing paranormal or a crow from Mars. It was a usual crow which looked slightly obese. Then I grabbed a stick from the pile nearby, the crow then decided to scare me but abstained from attacking.  I moved a little away from the sight of the tree I was looking at and the crow stopped its flight.  I then realized he is trying to protect his newly build nest and the eggs in it.  It is better not to scare him, I decided, so I didn’t walk in to its territory which he was protecting.

Holding a new telescope in hand and with an imaginary picture of minute details of the moon in head I looked at the sky.  It took two minutes to find the moon in the sky.  The moon looked bigger but couldn’t see the picture that I had in my mind.  It was a crescent Moon; still I wanted to see the moon with the craters just like the one we see in NASA’s images.  I adjusted the lens, turned the screws and everything possible but nothing has showed me the images I had in my mind.  I am not satisfied with the big image my telescope showed me so I waited for a while for the dusk to take effect.  A star popped up and I tried focusing my telescope on it.  The star looked smaller than that what I saw with my naked eye so I zoomed to the maximum so that it will look like a glowing ball at least.  It didn’t; it all looked like a blurred image of torch light.  Is there something wrong with the telescope!! I sat for a while with frustration and suddenly a thought flashed in my brain – the star I focused is not exactly the star like the Sun we see but was just the light that was travelling for light years after light years to reach us.  The star I wanted to see might have moved from its place or could have died to a dwarf or even absorbed by a black hole.

 

I turned my focus to the moon again.  It was bright now but as usual nothing more than an enlarged image could I see.  This telescope didn’t show the image in my mind.

 

The Star, the Moon, the Telescope and I; you see, that is what is life is all about!!

Wings...

 

…how do I start when the journey is still on! Once upon a time I was born, like everyone.  What difference does it makes! I grew wings when I learnt to run.  The wings were soft and silky attached to my tough and tight skin.  And then I flew like no birds could have done.  I know, I am no bird, might be because of that the fly was euphoric.  I thought there was a sky which could be reached and touched so I left the ground and flew to the clouds.  The clouds were dense and blinding.  I was skeptical to pass through as the clouds might knock me down when it was moving fast in its phase. No, it didn’t but allowed me to enter into it.  I was thinking that I entered into the clouds but the clouds entered me and left me with no sign.  Feathers of my wings froze when a cloud passed me.  I moved up passing through the mist and found heaven.  The heaven as I was taught and made to conjure from the day I know the word God.  I was all milky white hiding anything below it.  It was the land of mist; clouds coalesced to form the ground of heaven that everyone was imagining.

 

It looked beautiful than every human thinks, but angels were missing and the Gods too.  At the end of the white land, in the west, there sat the god, the Sun.  He warmed my frozen feathers and charmed me with vital powers with his rays.  I have read about the yogis that eat nothing and drink nothing but lived only with the light of Sun.  I am no yogi and never wanted to be one but the rays of the Sun was such a calling, and soothing.

 

With all the vital powers and ecstasy in heart I wanted to touch the God.  I flew towards the Sun.  In few minutes it was all dark and cold.  The night that fell frightened me to show me the hell but then the breezy Moon rose lighting up the stars here and there.  The fear that engulfed vanished as there was no fear of death.  How could I die when there is nothing above and nothing below! How could I die when there is no one to kill me and no one to shrill me!

 

And I rose high and higher to the Moon and suddenly found the Sun beyond the shadow of the earth.  With no second thought I shuttered my wings towards Him, looking for warmth and to escape from the cold that night has imbibed.  The faster I moved the warmer it was and it became hot.  No matter what, I wanted to reach Him, I trusted my wings.  The nearer I was to Him scorching it became and I believed in not giving up thus I flew towards Him with no hesitation.

 

In no time my soft wings caught fire, I saw every feather of my wings burning and I was falling down from the never existing sky.  The fire scorched my skin and blood fluttered in the air and when all my feathers were burnt I saw my wings was full of blood, in every place of feathers blood filled it up and that was the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes.

 

An infinite time lapsed when I opened my eyes, it was hard to get up but I woke up.  I still had wings but now it was all dark red, it was not soft that gave me vanity but strong and rigid like iron that gave me strength.  I tried to move my wings to fly; it was heavy weighing many times of my body and brain.  I rose to the sky with all will I had.  I saw a bird, a vulture, stronger than me in looks in the sky flying towards me.  when it neared me I hid myself in my wings in fear and when I open my wings again I saw the vulture bleeding and falling down with pain.  I remembered, my wings are no longer soft but strong and sharp hardened with my blood.