The scene, that’s filled with silence that’s beyond words.
Eternal peace filled the atmosphere; or is there any atmosphere at all!
It should be the beginning., some unknown power decided in a moment.
Let, there be light., some unknown sound echoed in every corners of unknown scene.
And our story begins from there,
Yore, there lived a ‘unconquered’ of higher thoughts in the kingdom of hidden knowledge.
And in the border, the forgotten forest of materialistic pleasures, dark and deep and hard to escape.
There lured lots of ancient animals and unworthy lives, those enjoy the prejudice and other materialistic enjoyments that yields nothing but a moment full of happiness and a burned heart.
Thither, in the midst of that world, caste to live the ‘unconquered’ caused by his laziness and inactivity on his duties.
Pudh! the life in short there, in the words of highness; forced secan for the remedies of his problems.
Suddenly, he saw a lady of mysterious charm, for here he fell on his knees.
“Who art thou? Whence, comest thou?” he beseech;
giving a smile that darted through the heart, walked away the lady like a portrait of the blessed.
To the evil ears of dark lord spill the thoughts of mighty ‘unconquered’, through his carelessness for a second, for which he given a hefty sum and the power of dark began their work.
Four words that’s blind, fills the heart and covered the eyes.
Though unspoken, words flowed without objection.
There came monster of necromancers, only to be hunted down.
By this time, ‘unconquered’ forgets his aims, he fell again and then again on the depths of the charm. He given words that is as worth as his life to the dump ears of the charm of youthfulness. Only to be forgotten and left to be wound in the lonely shadows of the dark forest.
He believed, there should be light in the other end. He evoked only the power of thoughts (law of attraction), even though he is the master of moon and yields the power of ancients. Because, he believed the laws of nature and wise. However the charm pressured him to dream the life of butterfly – beautiful but short.
He remembered only two days in the year, on one such a day he smells what lies ahead.
Thunder and storm filled the air when he signet the truth by the testimony from unexpected.
However his Mind, that once again become under control by that time, care a penny for the charm and walked away… head high on air, brave! durst!
Under the tree of life, he drank the elixir to enlighten…
Now, the broken heart is heeled, and
‘unconquered’ whispered only one word.,
“For thee I gave up mine; though, thee chose to go away, thine charm still exist; but thee left me to choose my rules.”
And here starts new story, yet to wist.
(I know, this is madness, but I’m mad. Quit this post or bless this post.)
Remember one thing, Best place to hide truth is in public.
