Those of us, non-physicists, we do seem to realize that time is eternal. Yet there was a time when time did not exist; tough to comprehend? For us, time is something running on a clock or tracked on a calendar. Let me share what I think about when time did not exist. A clock or … Continue reading A time when time did not exist
Hercules1 was a strong man; a tall muscular perfect masculine figure. He moved boulders with his bare hands. He stopped elephants and swing them by their tusks. No doubt, he prevented battles by his mere presence. His body drew its strength from within. He was no less than unconquerable. Even such a mighty Hercules was … Continue reading The Unconquerable
When is a man reborn? In the next life? Or in this one? Is it when he is introduced to the depths of darkness? Or when he dares to pursue light at the end of the tunnel? Should he retreat as the world taught me? Should he uphold the faith and hope to show the … Continue reading Rebirth
I am afraid of Time. Not because it stole my loved ones, and is stealing those to whom my life is grateful. Time is not up for me; it stands in my way in my every endeavor, every time. People believe aging fighting it is experience. It is too much of a measure for me. … Continue reading Time
I am infuriated. I feel the strength of a mammoth in temper. I am wild and rampant. My eyes squeeze blood. I see everything red. My biceps expose pulpy veins. My teeth can grind and crush solid iron balls. I am so enraged that I can drink molten metal. I am in an uncontrollable state. … Continue reading When Lips Don’t Touch….
Days become nights. Nights become days. And the time seems like a twinkle. No time to live a life. I do not want coir beds. It is enough if I could see the stars, real and twinkling, when I lay back. A hay bundle enough for my back. I do not want to reach the … Continue reading Living for a life
Nobody say to cheers. Nobody to ask what, why ? Nobody to ask why he is holding his tears ? Nobody to ask why his tears are precious ? Nobody to listen to what betrayal is. Nobody to respect his dirt ? Nobody. Always a company of three………….Himself, His glass and the Almighty DRINK. The … Continue reading The Lonely Protagonist
