Monday, November 16, 2015

The Trial

Year 2026

It was an extravagant celebration, commemorating the success of a new medication - Mind X formulated by Doctor X. The medication was meant to erase the bad memories and plant new and happy memories. “Humanity has found redemption, Mind X is the path to redemption...” doctor spoke to the cheering mob.    

 Year 2023

The Doctor was on the phone, speaking to the financier “I just want a subject that satisfies my criteria. He should suffer from a great loss in his life. Preferably his wife or someone really close to him. He should not have any relatives or friends to support.”

 The financier replied, “At least this time for fuck sake don’t screw it up. It’s really hard to find these subjects and leave the scene without trial. I am going to increase my share for this deal. You just have to brew some stupid chemical and inject it, while I have to do all the dirty work in the street.”

“This time around I will make things happen. I just need a  few more tests to stabilize the compound.” doctor replied


The financier was scanning through the ID's of citizens, suddenly one ID crossed his mind. He jumped up and took the phone. “Doc, this time around you got what you need. Arrange for payment. Will deliver him around evening.”


“Hold his hand tight …” the doctor said to the nurse. The syringe cut through the subject’s vein, as the drip flowed inside…

“Check his neural functioning and brain pattern”, Doctor said

“The subject has gone into the subconscious mode, but the neural pattern is erratic. The subjects brain function is also not stable”, the nurse replied

The subject was a banker who lost his wife during a violent riot between classes. He left his job and house after his wife’s death. Living in his past he couldn’t escape the jinx…

Dark horses were running towards him as the cold mist began to fall. He tried to run away, but his feet was tied to the trees. The steps were galloping fast onto him. He tried to unchain himself, but the chain tightened itself.  He closed his eyes in despair.

“I am going to increase the dosage of Lysergide. The pattern is stabilizing now…” Doctor said.


Suddenly the galloping sound dissolved into silence. He slowly opened his eyes, the horses had gone into the wild and the he found himself unchained. He screamed aloud, but the sound was consumed in the vacuum. A sense of cold crept inside…
He steadied his steps and tried to walk. In the distant he could see a shining streak of light. He followed the trail slowly. The snow was falling heavily and he was weak to fight the cold.  Grasping his weak breath he continued to walk. He could hear the stream of water falling as the light came closer to him…

“Doctor, his vitals are dropping …” the nurse screamed loud

The lightning struck and he fell down to the ground. A drop of water fell on his cheek. The time that had frozen for a moment started winding again. He slowly opened his eyes. He was lying down near to the waterfalls and the light was right in front of him and behind the light a voice spoke to his soul, “Freedom Awaits …”


“Another failed soul, another step backwards…” the doctor in despair uttered to nurse.

Doctor picks up the phone and calls the financier, “I really don’t know what went wrong, but one thing is for sure, we are not far away in changing the path of humanity. Mind X is evolving and once I could control the unstable strand of lysergide, we will control the minds of millions.”

With a deep sigh the financier replied, “But before we can control the mind, do we need more sacrifices?”

 Doctor replied, “Yes a few more…”



Wednesday, July 15, 2015

The Countdown




The countdown has started,
And the race has begun…

Some are running behind the flashes of fame,
Some behind the spikes of power,
Some are behind glitter of money,
Some chasing the ghost of religion,
Some are panting in the trails of lust,
Some waving the flag of deception,
Some are building the walls of ignorance,
Some piling on the bricks of lies,
Some are securing the straws of insecurities,
Some blinded by the rays of truth,
Some are strapped down by the past,
Some stranded by the strands of greed,
Some are dragged by the lines of borders,
Some lost in the web of dreams and illusion…

The light and night had now changed lanes,
As the race snapped with the time into vacuum…


Mother






The fragrance of innocence beholding her grace,
The dew of bliss embracing her path,
The colours of rain bowed in her compassion,
The mystery of life revealed in her conscience,
As the rays of hope glowed over her visage…

The green hue embracing her dusky skin,
The mountains holding high in her dignity,
Her feet dipped in the tides of calm marine,
Her dreams rained new hopes in the sprouts,
As she graced the living souls…

The sky embraced her grace,
The birds flying high in her love,
The river branching in the kindness,
The woods rooted in her heart,
As she slept in the shinning night…

                                                                   - To Nature

Monday, July 6, 2015

The Drifter



Holding the compass of uncertainties,
Carrying the baggage of memories,
The drifter is drifting along with the tides…

Without boundaries or borders,
Floating with the moment,
The drifter is weaving timeless dreams…

Playing with the shadow and light,
Swinging with the hands of time,
Unbound in the truth of freedom,
The drifter is living in the moment…

The journey of love and joy,
Build in every pause the life takes,
Never holding back the voyage,
The drifter survives in the passion…

Miles and milestones left behind,
The strides always ahead of the past,
Moving forward in the distance,
The drifter fades between the lines of present and future…


Wednesday, July 1, 2015

The Call



“The user you are calling is heavenly busy, Please for God Sake, Try Again...”

She was trying to get connected with God, but the line was busy. 

She was about to give up, when a soft angel like voice answered the phone, “Welcome to God Inc. God Morning. May I know your name please?”

She replied, “My name is Woeman, I am calling from Earth.”

The receptionist Angel replied, “What’s the purpose of your call?”

Woeman replied, “I have a few questions for Mr. G. Could you please connect the call?”

Angel: “Well, you know Mr. G. is really busy, he is having an extensive meeting with all the religious heads of the Earth. He will be probably be free in 2 God Hours.

Woeman: Almost in tears, “Please let me talk to Mr. G"

Angel: "Okay, let me check."

The angel checks with another angel and replies

Okay, before I forward the call let me which religion do you represent? Do you have a recommendation letter from your religious head?”

Woeman: “My religion is Humanity and I don’t have any letter to back up my cause.”

Angel: “Hmmm…According to the protocol it’s not possible for me to forward the call and your religion is being shortlisted by the religious head. I am really sorry I can’t help you in any way.”

Woeman: “I beg you please get me connected to Mr. G. else I have only one option, to commit suicide.”

Angel: In rage she replies back, “Don’t you ever use the “S” word again. Your life is a precious gift bestowed upon by Mr. G. and you are trying to end it.”

Woeman: In tears, “I am extremely sorry. It’s the pain and suffering on earth that made me utter those words. Please forgive me, Oh Sweet Angel…”

Angel: A little composed now, “Before I forward the call, tell me your grievances first. I will decide whether the call should be forwarded or not.”

Woeman: “Well I don’t know where to begin.”

Angel: “Just talk the whole thing in 10 mini god time. I have lots of other important calls from the political head to attend. They are suffering from anxiety and depression due to excessive self-inflicted corruption.”

Woeman: Surprised and angered by the response. “Well the same people whom you are going to talk is the reason behind my pain.

Angel: Angered by the retort, “How dare you make such baseless accusations? The same kind hearted souls have helped Mr. G. to build his selfless empire for your tiny planet. To protect and weak and trodden lives like yours. "

Woeman: With a deep sigh, she replied back, “Protect and serve the weak…They were protecting and serving themselves, not the weak who were left in the night to be abused and raped repeatedly…”

Her voice was trembling in pain and sorrow and the words dissolved in it.

Angel: “Your voice is breaking, I can’t hear you. Please speak little louder…”

Woeman: “I am sorry to…”

Angel: Hello, Are you there?


The call was disconnected… 


Monday, June 22, 2015

The Wheel




In the grey jungle,
The giant wheel is spinning,
The motion of mechanics,
Oiled by the greasy pence…

Everyone is in the spiral loop,
Circling around the vertigo,
Chasing and dragging down,
In the circumference…

Some are behind the fame,
Some driven by the greed,
Some were strangling humanity,
While some trailing behind the race…

Masked in the lies of deceit,
Revolving in the circle of make belief,
Masking in the wilderness of ignorance,
Spinning on with the shadow of time,
The wheel had jaded into rust,
And the creaking voice crept in,
As the countdown began…

Snapping from the anchor,
The wheel rolled into the wilderness,
As the veil of illusion vanished in the reality,
Holding the glass of time,

The horizon sunk the wheel…


Friday, April 24, 2015

The Pyre




Raise and take the silver wares the feast has just begun,
The suit clad heavy plastics faces began grinding their steel teeth,
The hall filled with cluttering voices of the scavengers,
Biting and tearing the delicacy churned by the sweaty trodden...

Sun flaming and striking it's whip on the skeleton clad bodies,
The barren land pulling down the strides of weakened souls,
Up above the scavengers was flying around in circles...

The giant metal wheels was slowly moving in,
Crushing and clearing everything that came on its path,
The trail of red and green was left behind...

The pile of dead bodies was lying on the stage,
The pyre set for final show down...

Clad  in white suit the leader was standing high on the podium,
Raising his hand to the sky he lit the flame,
Slowly he lit the pyre as the members cheered him aloud,
As the sun began to hide behind the grey clouds...

- For the Unspoken Souls