ON THE INTERLUDE…

Continued from “The Yellow Card.”

There lies a place, an eternal carnelian, one before all things, securely concealed from the initial scrutiny of naked eye. At the very core of the microscope’s essence in a curious display of attention to detail. A paradise from whence glows the ultimate human dream in brilliant magnificence, indescribable beauty and purity of perfection. Her doings stand apart from the rest, silencing all in depiction of the vivid distinction between mortal and immortal, a distinct conscience prod to all and sundry in public statement of the existence of a reality-beyond-our-reality… a hearty rejuvenation in quest for freedom and a silent confession that the seeker’s adventure forges on, individually and collectively; for non is complete, till this gem in authentic substance is beheld in consummation. Continue reading “ON THE INTERLUDE…” →

18/02/2013

SOUND OF THE WIND

“…It blows as it pleases, you hear its sound but cannot tell where it comes from or where it’s going…like the Sound of the Wind.”

The Patriot hurriedly rose to his feet and rubbed his eyes vigorously like one in a daze. He quickly glanced at his side reaching out for his javelin stuck on to the ground then strode forth in what was reminiscent of a-tiptoe to collect his shoes. His heart was racing as he bent to fasten the straps on, his eyes warily darting to the left and right simultaneously! Continue reading “SOUND OF THE WIND” →