Transition from new to old

Kaliyuga has come to an end as the Golden Age dawns.Its a new beginning. Life sans frills and extravaganza.

As the waves were destined to come down upon us ,all that we could do was pray,while some of my materialistic friends were frantically trying to hoard all their worldy possesions in every way possible but ,to no avail.

Nature is a witness to all. She sees the atrocity of our actions, and she says if you can destroy my creations , I can destroy you too.Yes, the modern world might have given you Electricity,Internet and more,but what comes with that at a heavy price? Nuclear Missiles,weapons, terrorism and worst of all ,robbing us of our virtues and corrupting our minds.

As each waves rolled upon us ,reality struck us in a hard way, teaching us about the essence of life. Asking us to start over. Live life the way it was meant to be. Demanding us not to be avaracious.

Finally the pralaya did it all, not sparing even one but in its own way acting as a benefactor, clearing away our sins and primarily our illusions.

RUDRA

Lust.

Injustice.

Treachery.

The Neelkant’s patience was running out..His whole body was pulsating with the urge to let go off all the energy building up inside him ever since the Kaliyuga had started, but now, it was time.

Time for the dance of death.

Thump! A small ripple was caused in the oceans of the universe.

Thump! He shook his dumaroo, as his steps vigorously synchronized with the beats.

Thump! Rudra’s cosmic dance enacted the role of an archer as the waters began receding, like the arrow being pulled back on his bow.

He was lost in dance, his matted hair springing violently , his red eyes wide open in rage as his every step generated heat within the earth.

Thump! The ground beneath his feet cracked as water started to flow .

Thump! Each wave was directed at sinners.

Thump! Every crack formed , devoured the transgressors while the waters caused wave upon wave as it engulfed the whole universe.

He slowly felt the energy ebb away when a sense of calm had overcome him. There he stood on a vast expanse of water,eyes closed as he gracefully lifted his right leg while letting his left arm loosely cross his body , his right hand raised to bless the universe for the upcoming cycle of creation.

An ode to a wandering bard

He sat down at the rim of the fountain not a care in the world, a loner with the only aim of being transported to a different world. Chin down , the scroll resting on his palm, he waited a few minutes , cleared his mind , filling every fiber of his being with tranquility. He went blank for a moment and he knew the time had arrived.

The street was busy with activity ,even then they could feel the augury . They looked around for the harbringer,but it would not be long before they could spot him out.

He raised his bow like a magician would raise his wand and the moment it touched the strings, time stood still. The only movements were those of his fingers on the strings and even those were suttle.The notes flowed from his red violin to the hearts of the on lookers creating such an atmosphere that one could not breathe.

As the notes reached their high’s and low’s , the audience could not help but feel their heart swell with an unknown emotion. An emotion creating havoc in their hearts yet instilling a peace in their minds. They felt alight although they were weighed down by the melancholy.

Not a care in the world he played on , enchanting all. Lifting his spirits high onto heaven and above. He swayed along with the wind, feeling the sweet breeze in his hair, his fingers playing eccentric notes ,inspiring him beyond his imagination.

All they could do was watch him as the music tugged their hearts and touched their souls.

Suddenly the music came to an end and he walked away like a free man unknown to the fact that he had imprisoned all with the magic of his violin. As he slowly walked away , he dint notice the street which was filled with pin drop silence and neither did he notice that he had left everyone with tears in their eyes.