Smile and everlasting smile, a smile can bring you near to me..... After the lies, the murderer tends to come near me, the same murderer who murdered the other half of the innocence, and it all seems to be happening in the originality.
What is originality and what is the dream, both are inter linked, yesterday a strange dream of originality came across me, where in it was all about death, about what is heaven and hell. The place where I was thrown into was Hell, Hell because heaven was not a place for me, petrified and terrified as I enter Hell, I understand that unlike the other description of the various mythological studies, this is much different.
It’s the daily world, where in you need to do your daily chores; no one is there beside you. You see people around you but then, all are mere machines programmed to do their work. They don’t age, but they are in their life's most ugly stage of looks, the energy only equivalent to what they have been programmed to do , and can eat what they are supposed to eat, anything good and delicious cannot be digested and you just throw up.
As I try to think, think out of the world when I am there, it seems that some force is trying to make me not think and let me concentrate on what I am doing, and as I break the barrier, the energy drains of my body and I fall to the ground, just like a pulp , only my mind thinking, and the thought of my disparity seems to be lingering , and there suddenly are dead people, working all over me , my pulpy body making stains with their feet , meaningless thinking and absurd mind.
As I feel them walking over me , I understand that there are some feet , which avoid me, and try to look at me with their innocent and pity looks, and there are others who want to pick me but then with their own thinking themselves turn into the pulp and people start trampling them under their heavy boots.
Heavy boots make me realize that whatever , men women or children , all are wearing the same type of boots, though different size, making me realize the different impacts they are making on my lifeless but full of thoughts boy . In shot a meaningless body but a meaningful mind. The meaningful thought strays into the world of deaths, where thousands die everyday lakhs are born, the thought of death is fearful, as I think of dying a meaningless death under this stampede of the death ones.
However as I try to stand after shutting my mind on the thoughts and ambitions, I hear a noise so loud however not so distorted within the audible range where in only I can hear what the noise is all about, I come to this conclusion because rest all seem to be engrossed in their programmable world, and then I go back into the world of dreams all over again and check my watch its 0800 in the morning. Time to dream again into the dream world …
