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Friday, January 9, 2009

Aftermath

Ye shall reap as ye sow... and the harvest will be blacker than the heart of the devil... Blood shall flow free as the world is submerged in darkness
Darker than the darkest sins...
The lesser born shall inherit the earth... and everywhere there will be the spawns bearing the testimony of the misgivings committed by the human race in the days of yore.
It would be the beginning of the end; a legacy of the rise and rise of blackness…

He reflected over the words as the stale wind of centuries that had seen fresh air breathed down his back. His body ached of toil that he would not; he could not do. Sweat trickled down his temple and managed to find its way down his throat before he brushed it off casually. The sky looked as it had looked for the last two centuries, after the Great Fall had erased the last traces. Nothing had survived. Nothing higher.

Black was the new blue. Or the red. Or the green. No other color; shades of darkness swirled like ominous vultures closing in on a dying prey in a desert dream. The ground crackled beneath his feet, as he scrunched through matter he would rather not want to know. Twigs? Bones? Boney twigs? He shuddered and let the thought pass.

The blackness shall rule over thee, as it swarms over kingdoms that were and washes over your defeated Sun. It shall not melt, nor shall it be washed away. It shall remain, a presence that would surpass all that has been. It would rule on for all eternity and there would be no respite this time; no army, no hero to salvage the planet. There would be no society or the world that you have known and destroyed down the ages. There would be darkness….

He stopped dead in his tracks. Something rustled in front of him. No wind induced stimulus, no cause and effect action. Voluntary action. The winds howled like a banshee, as he drew closer to the pile of rubble that seemed to have acquired a life of its own. There was destruction all around him, clouding up everything that formed a part of the lost past. It moved again…

No being shall age, no flower shall bloom…
Forever ringing the knell of doom…
No telling of time, in remorse shall ye dwell
No heaven shall absolve thee, your salvation; hell…


It was another survivor; a lesser being. The higher beings had immersed into the great fall with all their might and valor, leaving the lesser beings to fend for themselves. They were all that were left now, something that reflected a dim silhouette of what had been. Rare, but not extinct.

He reached out to the rather sorry remnant of a race that they called human. “And what would your name be?, he asked. Recognition, like lightning, rippling across dark skies filled his senses before he heard the answer.

“Hope”…

[the story started off as a dialogue between a great writer and poet, Preeti and me, and took this form. The opening lines are actually a chat session, later moulded into fiction that does not seem too fictitious. Today's experience with fuel only strengthens my belief in this rather bleak prophecy. But, as they say, "hope" remains. I guess I am back. :D ]

31 comments:

Preeti said...

Scribbler...

you were amazing as always. what do i say? i never imagined that a simple chat conversation could give birth to such depth, uniqueness and fluency of thought.
i feel only you can do something like tingeing even a positive emotion like hope with darkness. and at the same time make it look so beautiful...black and all...

PS: at least it brought you out of the self-inflicted hibernation. and yes...you are back... :D

Nikki said...

Reminds me of the beginning of Exorcist.

Very interesting. Happy new year.

swati said...

its amazing yaar..amazing interpretation..

Adi Crazy said...

Man!
You are definitely back. Loved the convo invoked post and your knack to think beyond just words. :)

Roopa said...

Yes, you are back -- and man, in what way!! You seem to be like the messiah of Kalki. And you have the new scriptures, which might be bleak but nevertheless gripping.

"as the stale wind of centuries breathed down his back" - if you delete the "that had seen fresh air," the brilliant imagery is much more effective. Also "bony" is spelt without an "e." Just little suggestions to an awesome post :).

Ganga Dhanesh said...

great to have you back! excellent post! loved "the stale wind of centuries that had seen fresh air"...beautiful, powerful words that convey so much meaning, conjuring up images of this world. "Hope" was brilliant too :)

Beena said...

awesome as always!!

Jadis said...

For once, no anti-climax of an ending. ;)
Awesome!

pisku said...

Hope :)
kya bat hai

Preeti said...

PS: got carried away with the background and didnt mention anything about the post.

the idea is very touching. i feel that in today's times hope would eventually be a kind of key that would open many locked doors.

loved the Riddickish feel to the post. i mean i could almost see the aftermath of some imaginary battle between beings from the underverse, the oververse and the universe...

technomythology i guess...
;DDDD

Incredibly beautiful...(okkkk the tape's stuck again!!) :-)

Sarath said...

beautiful...
darkness and hope..

Nomad said...

Hahaha, nice to see you are back turning distortion into an art form.

Am always in India, unless someone sponsors a jaunt abroad. Why? You sponsoring? ;)

M. Umer Toor said...

black as ashes.
the writer and the poet, the decoders of the symbolism of nature, deserve a lot of appreciation, of both higher and lesser being - what a prophecy!

Illeen said...

A beautiful end product of a creative brain..
:)

comfortably numb said...

hope is a good thing and no good thing ever dies

The Rat... said...

when ever i think of u, 2 words stare at me all d time... "Darkness" and Complex"


:-) "Hope" this time the stay is forever...

Anurag said...

Dark mann Really Dark and Creative ..
Sorry Scribbler...Been Busy mann ...Nice job as always with ur post mann ....

Think Tank said...

this was from a chat session ..if i think for 10 hrs i wudn't be able to think this up...u shud be banned from giving ppl complexes

Hestia said...

brilliant..

Reeta Skeeter said...

Interesting again!

Running in circles. said...

Ive been visiting ever since.
Update now :P
I love reading, you.

d gypsy! said...

amazin, esp the way u have moulded strong words with an easy approach

I Walk Alone!!! said...

hmmmm i think i will take some more time to come back and read this again and again before i can say anything.... :)

buddy... loved this song playing on your blog... looking for it desperately... can you help me know whats the source...

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AshenGlow said...

I am stunned. Such bold display of words. Awesome. The description actually reminds me of the movie Wall E.
And good timing for me.. Im back too..

:)
Ashen

Pooja said...

omg...dat was A.W.E.S.O.M.E. ...

so vry nicely written!!!

yeah...it's only hope dat can give u strength in d toughest moments...

amrutha said...

hmm..surreal or real what is the word..i cant make out..keep going man..the retailer of inspiration for the community of freaky bloggers...good...i love to right like that..

amrutha said...

sorry to write like that!

VJ Sophie said...

Brilliant!

Divya said...

A great piece of ART. Very well written

Tamana..................The Desire to live life to its fullest said...

A great Piece of ART. Very Well Written.

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