Running to catch the cloud of dream

I was in a deep sleep then I suddenly woke up by the noise of someone knocking in my door. I open the door and there was no one. I looked at the both sides of the door but again I saw no one . I locked the door and in such an drowsing state I again fell in the bed. I started to slumber peacefully. Slowly  and gradually I felt the whole atmosphere in warm tones of red and orange something gleaming in my heart was flying away from the earth to the skyline. I was annoyed with myself for allowing it to fly so easily  . With a growing sense of foreboding, my eyes got wide open. I sensed the different atmosphere and smell the leaving aroma. I started to chase the delicate fragrance with the aid of my toes. I run and run to catch it but that perfume get disappeared in the vicinity. I lost the thread that could lead me to the coccon. But what I still noticed was the cloud with a peculiar shade gradually dissolving in the emptiness of the sky. That cloud was the one which draw me from my bed to this empty space. What was it, probably a symbol from the god, I thought. So again I ran  down through the street with my bare feet towards the infinity With my bare feet towards the infinity. Nothing and neither could I have a slipper, but I thought I got more a light for a  second and I felt an overwhelming desire to approach it and to get near it to sense it again. I ran among the crowd for the search of the inner peace i.e for seeing my dream once again. I climbed up to the home of the god to see the moving world with the eye of the god because it’s the eye of the leader of vision. My eyes could only see rushing people and how could I see my eyes are mine I thought. But I still waited, I waited for the glowing light or the spreading perfume .Slowly and gradually the vision blurred. For the seconds I felt like the world get jammed and got dissolved in its own periphery. I saw nothing all the houses, peoples etc turned into the feeble stain and from the zenith a small spot of the light emerged. I felt well for the first time and closed my eyes to surrender to the emperor. I opened my eyes then I found myself in the rushing world but still I could feel the bright light in my heart creating a cold breeze over my whole body……….

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The sleeping Snake

The dullness of time is covering me .the cold wind of winter freezes my blood running in the veins Here I stay still and lie helpless in this cold land. I was compelled by my destiny to crawl in this foreign land .i got no known friends and no known enemy too . I have heard that this land is cannibal and the land itself feeds the new comers and I am new . Howling of the wind too tries to scare me but me committed to my destiny. But still cannot fight with this cold breeze freezing my nerves. Here I stay paralyzed and I am a sleeping snake. A couple of days before I smell the pleasing perfume several meters away . I felt like I was in the heaven among the beautiful flowers tickling my belly. I noticed that the heaven was coming nearer and nearer gradually. After some energetic minutes, my eyes told me that it was nothing except then a mice. I get happy to see my food coming toward me. I had waited a long to get a single ounce of food and now the waiting hours was over , I thought .the mice was getting closer and closer along with it my breathe become  deeper and deeper. A peculiar power was filling in my veins. It was very near and I thought it was an appropriate time to attack it but I couldn’t. My body didn’t move, there was no energy in my muscles. What I had in previous seconds was a false energy, a false hope limited in my thoughts. I was helpless and the mice proved its superiority by walking over my tail. I have heard that “A day comes for everyone. ” and my day  hasn’t come yet. That day surrendered with the mice and it was his day. I again sleep and sleep as I am a sleeping snake. The time will come to my place; the sun’s holiday will be soon over. Then this ice age would break and end then my sleep will be over. I will soon be active. I will soon get a chance to crawl in the marathon. I will crawl from this land to my home land and I will be free from the terror of the cannibal land. Everything will be fine and everything will move in their own pace. I will no longer be a dying snake, I will no longer be a sleeping snake and no more sleeping snake.

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A Cry Of The Rotten Hunter To The God

Twelve month ago, I used to roam only once I need food to get animal and I used to be the best hunter. But now I am roaming in each and every woods of jungle climbing the hill and stare at the cliff to get animal. What a misfortune, I have spend each of my wisdom spread all the trap I have and utilized each and every electron (Impulses) sent to brain have been used but the animals have been limited in my memory. Each and every second I dreamt of having killed prey on my shoulders and I moving  with the smile on my face and the gun in my hand to my home but ashamed of having my soul burnt and my days turning into black. Still have left no hope of my respected ones on my chest to help in showing me the way from this world of mirage and getting away from this huge mage. Still I am waiting the signal from the heavenly bodies casting a bright light green shadow over my life and washing away these rough black colours threatening me about the evil devil which wings and roots of the poison are engulfting and encroaching not only my idea and thoughts but also skewing my life and throwing in the ditch by corking me inside a dark foul smelling bottle. God please show your presence , the world is waiting for you to come to break this infinite loop of the ……………

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Tiny “ a whole”

The tipping sound of the water droplets falling in the half filled mug may be the don to rule in the silence of the dark. A small 40 W bulb may behave as the emperor of the world and think as if it is ruling the whole universe.But see still there is something to see and something to hear. A gentle breeze able to flap a leaf is capable of defeating the regime of the water crystals dropping into the mug also 40 W emperor doesn’t seem able to control within its own boundary and the dream of guiding the whole universe……….
All these systems are a part of a bigger system and a bigger system too a tiny part of the other one. Look each end and every micro element is the king of its own home. A queen bee controller of the whole hive, a contractor head of all the workers etc all think as if they are everything, everything of their mind, everything of their action their world is their brain and their universe a brain linked with few other brain i.e. network but what people usually forget that server is not everything it may become a situation when a client searches its freedom and live even if the server is dead or the server is paralysed. There is also a hidden spirit in client.a spirit whose rage is need a spirit which must be alive.
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Cleaning Rubbish In Dream

Imagine to live naturally safe house in the rugged terrain of the Himalayas is nothing except a day dream but the fact that the several villages blooming in the chest of those mountains too is true not a fable. What the people of these village do seems ridiculous since there are several glaciers probable to blast. All the people of the villages are seen busy in protecting their house from the probable flood. one thing is sure that the flood will come and next truth is that it will surely flow away some houses along with its current and the only thing unknown is whose house gonna break fast. Sometime what I feel is to leave the village but what could I do I have nowhere to go and nothing to do. Neither I can stay nor I can ran away. My house is still incomplete and is greatly affected by previous floods. There are dead fishes and garbages flown by the glacier in the last flood and stinking so much . I tried to clean those garbage but I try , try, try and what I get ……confused what can I do…..unknown. It is a lot more and each day the extra garbage is being added, added and added.thr probability of getting epidemic is being high day by day.
Although my house if get survives from the flood will get deposited under the piles of the garbage’s and the next thing I wonder is that my neighbours are cleaning their house and dump the garbage around my house tending to leave my house dirty and diseased. Oops! Still it is difficult and the difficulty has more increased. It is so difficult what I do, I don’t even know myself what I believe a every time medicine i.e. the god and every time painkiller hope towards the light. Mine too not a single empty hour but the regular consumption of the medicines comprising of the painkiller too. Although the flood disturbs me my heart and my mind get narcotics of the hope and get addicted toward its action and could sleep deep and rest well, laugh or cry. No matter I do I get toxicated and alcoholised by the promises and by the dreams of the sunny future, pleasing scent of the garden and the sun over my colourful house as well as trees and flowers decorating my house. Hope that these dreams come true and I get rid of those rubbish.

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