Rain

Wafts of ramont-weed smoke left my mouth as I tried to make sense of what was happening. I took a deep puff and thought about the dream. It was the same dream again, the one that I had been having for the past week. Why would it recur? What did it mean?

It was always the same. Apollo would be sitting on Mount Olympus and the sun would be bright shining. He would be in an argument with Zeus and would then get up. After a few minutes the scene would change and Apollo was standing near the edge of the hallowed territory on the mountain. He would draw an arrow out of his quiver, take aim and shoot…and then came the words which I could not keep out of my heads: “Follow the trail of Apollo’s arrow….The rain is coming”

As far as I could remember, the speaker of those words did not reveal himself in the dream. The mysterious soft but shrill voice would repeat the message every night.

I was awaken again by the same words, and could not make any sense out of it. I tried to take another puff and found that the weed was finished. I would have to stock up on supplies soon it seemed. I lay back and rested my legs on the table in front of me, crossing them in the process. With both of my hands cushioning my head I looked up at the roof and wondered what was in store for me. I could hear the chirping of birds in the distance. Apparently, morning was here already, Apollo was back to work. I stood up and made my way towards the window, and drew apart the curtains. Like the bursting of a dam on a river light poured through the window and illuminated the dingy presence of my room. I had to shield my eyes for a minute till they got accustomed to the light. It seemed the light had gotten brighter; maybe Apollo was up to something. Then I remembered.

A wave of horror took hold of me and my hands suddenly felt cold as I remembered what had been happening for the last few days. The sun hadn’t shone for a week. Apollo was finally coming out. He had made up his mind. No more mind games. The time was here. Now all I needed was to realize what in the name of Zeus following the trail of Apollo’s arrow meant. Maybe I had to go where the rays of the sun went, but that would mean the whole island; what could it be?

I was pulled out of my reverie about my mission by the sound of chaos. I could see people running in panic at the sight of the sun. “It is time! It is time! Pray for Lucifer’s mercy!” People were clinging on to their harpoon necklaces as they recited some odd language, probably some of Lucifer’s sayings.

A man grabbed hold of me and shook me. I was taken aback by this but realized later that it was my good friend. He was shouting, “Pray for Lucifer’s bane to protect us! He is the only way, Lucifer is taking out his anger at us! Forget Apollo and Zeus, only Lucifer can save us now. May the throne of Lucifer be long lasting! May the bane of Lucifer protect us in these times”

“Grab a hold of yourself, Apollo can do us no harm. We can be safe if we find the trail of Apollo’s arrow”

“Why do you keep saying that when you know it makes no sense. Run with me boy, run! Pray for the mercy of Lucifer! Come with me!” With that he tried to grab hold of my arm and pulled me towards a chariot, but I refused to go, I had to find the trail. Like a child refusing to go to school I tried to ground all my weight to the ground as he pulled at me. Soon he gave up, and with a look of utter despair on his face, shook his head and moved towards the chariot. With one last pitying look, he was gone. I was alone.

Now, where should I go? I had to find the trail. What did it mean? In the chaos that surrounded me I seemed to have the only voice of reason among this madness. Why do they worry about Apollo? They know they’ll be able to beat it if they find the trail. Amazed at their ignorance I made my way down the road. It was then that it started raining.

It came out of nowhere. With the jolt, the magnitude of which I had never experienced in my life I found myself flying away from a place. My skin seemed to be burning because the surrounding was all at one so hot. Soon I found myself lying on the ground, with a bruised body. With great effort, I looked up at the sky. It was raining indeed. Meteors of different sizes were making their way to the ground. People around me were running with speeds they didn’t know they were capable of. All I could do was to bring a smile. See, I was right, it was going to rain. Now it was time to find what I was looking for, and of course Zeus was helping me.

It lay there right in front of me; the remnants of a signboard on some shop. A warrior was riding a stallion holding a spear. Below it were engraved the words:

Apollo Inc. Weapons that would make Ares proud

Zeus was with me.

I looked upon the direction of the pointing spear; it pointed to a small boat in the distance, apparently empty. It was time, I had found it. With all the remnants of my strength I picked myself up and limped to the boat. There I found an old man cloaked in black apparently waiting for me. “Do you look for the trail of Apollo’s arrow?” I could only nod. A smile gently made its way on his face as the outline of his lips slowly turned upwards the rising sun. With slow gracefulness, he swept his hand across the boat and addressed me “Poseidon is also with you son, you are safe. You are to live”

With that he was gone, apparently into thin air. There was no time to think about this. I had to go. With great effort, I pulled myself onto the boat, and lay down. The sea slowly awoke of its tranquility as I felt the boat moving away from the island. I took one last look at the island I was to leave now forever. Meteors were showering all over the island and the whole island was breaking into the sea. Atlantis, it seemed, was sinking.

Organ player

The mystic revery that an organ player puts you in when he plays his coveted instrument(if you can call it that) in a hall, what would it be like. Is it really his bastion? Or is it just a facade for the hollowness that lies inside him.....just like the organ. An object so grand in its size that it would cause awe just when one looks at it...then there's the sound..oh how gracefully delightful that sound is. But..the gigantic presence of the pipes belies the hollowness that is inside, the hollow that feeds its soul, for it is its emptiness that makes it shriek out with such pain and anguish, yet at the same time offering solace to oh-so-many broken hearts...no wonder they would prefer playing it at funerals, for where else to display an object that feeds itself on the sheer emptiness of its soul?

Canvas

If you see a canvas with a black spot, what would you remember about it? The expanse of the white that covers the canvas? Of course you wouldn't...you wouldn't remember the stillness, but the chaos that lies before you. In a garden that if full of life but also full of death in its stillness, the flying of a butterfly will get your attention rather than the grandeur of a tree or the colors of the flowers. A kind message to all, the whiter the canvas the higher the contrast for the dark blemish to show its loathful self, maybe the canvas should not be white, or maybe the spot should not be black.

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Roti Prata Boy

Flames consumed the roti prata boy as he thought of what he had done. But it was to be, the price of tormenting more than two hundered innocent souls was to be the wrath of hell. Roti Prata Boy remembered of his death. While being chased by a mob, he fell down into a deep crevice, cutting himself in many places. When he fell down, he found out he couldn't move. Soon, out of nowhere a boulder crashed from above and trampled his legs. The shrieks of Roti Prata boy reverbated in the maggot-infested crevice....oh yeah..maggots! Maggots ate his flesh as he lay there helpless not able to move. He could see maggots all over his wounds, a cluster of them gathered around in a feeding frenzy at the place where his knee once was. Suddenly, in the darkness he saw outlines of three rats moving towards his legs. They made their way forward to the middle of the legs. Roti Prata Boy forgot all his pain in fear of what was going to happen next. Then, when he had just realized the gravity of the situation, a rat bit into his testicles. The other rats followed suit. The rats tried to tear the testicles away but found the tendons to be strong. Undeterred, they continued for two hours, slowly pulling the testicles from the body with all their might, one tendon coming off after the other. Roti Prata boy's voice was hoarse, he could scream no longer. Tears streamed down his face but all he could do was lie an wait. Then suddenly, the last tendon was pulled off and the organ was off. Blood poured from the place where the testicles once were. The maggots were soaked in blood, but that only added to their hunger. They continued to feed on Roti Prata boy's body.
For three days, the maggots consumed Roti Prata Boy, and as he lay there being tormented he knew death was coming. On the third day, a mysterious figure came out of the darkness holding a package. "Roti Prata Boy," he boomed, "here are your [bleep] two free pratas." With that he stuffed the two pratas down the Roti Prata boy's throat and he finally died painfully of suffocation. Now, his flesh burns day and night in the fires of hell!
Yayyyyyyy!!

The Embrace - Part 1

Ignacious relaxed there, thinking about what was to come. The room was a strange structure he admitted. A solitary window on the side let trickles of sunlight to shine through, forming dusty patterns by mingling with the dirt in the air. His face was illuminated in the darkness. He knew what he had to do. This was to be his chance, a chance he had waited for all his life. As he sat there memories of past rushed to him, each event playing out in front of his eyes vivdly. Like a child before a tub of cold water, he waited in the room, not sure when to go out, not sure when he was ready. He tried to gather his thoughts. It was time. The time was here for Ignacious el bravado, the bravest centaur of the ogunachi clan, to fulfil his mission in life. A sigh left his mouth as he thought of what had lead to this....
[to be continued...]

Daku and the carrot

Daku the rabbit used to live in a burrough by the cemetry. Now he had moved, moved to a place with more grass, which was his diet. You see, Daku was to eat only grass and no carrots, this was told to him almost as soon as he was born, and luck didn't bring him any carrots either. Oh, how Daku wished for a carrot, he would give anything for a carrot; but alas, as he was told so many times, a carrot was too colorful, it was sinful. Daku was left to eat the grass all his life, wishing so desperately that he may get a carrot some day. But, he lived with grass. Sometimes, he would go hungry and would not even eat grass. Slowly, he started forgetting about carrots and grass.
But now as he stood he saw his whole life's desire laying smack down in front of him. It was right in front of him; but the carrot was Nefarius's - an evil creature so foul that rabbits would fear the thought of Nefarius more than burrowing through dead bodies. Daku waited, an hour, then two. But he could see Nefarius was close by. On one hand was his life's desire and on the other the possibility of getting eaten up. Sad little Daku went to back to eat some more grass...but he couldn't concenterate- how could he, the thought of the carrot was playing back and forth in his mind. Soon he had given up. But...
On his way back Daku found that the carrot still lay there...unattended. Nefarius was no where to be seen. Daku knew this was his chance. Taking a deep breath and recounting all the happy memories in his life, Daku went for eat. Daku the rabbit was eating a carrot.
Sadly, life for Daku was not as good as you would think you see, for just when he had savored the juice and scrumptuous cold core of the carrot, Daku saw Nefarius from the corner of his eye. Thinking of nothing else, Daku made a run for it.
Now, they say Nefarius is after Daku; Daku is not even sure Nefarius saw him, but now he fears Nefarius like he never did before. Even the thought of a carrot doesn't bring him memories of the amazing taste, but of Nefarius himself. Daku runs, Daku runs some more, Daku even changed his hairstyle so Nefarius may not recognize, but Daku's still not content. Daku lives in fear. You see, wanting a carrot may not have been what Daku really wanted.

Fissure

A chipmunk sits on a rock on top of a fissure. The chipmunk is small but the rock is heavy. Steam pushes its way upwards, struggling to make its way out, so desperate to just blast the rock away. The steam's gathering, the pressure's building up, it has stayed below for too long! It MUST come out now, it has had enough. A chipmunk? well that's just collateral. It's so tranquile outside though, greenery everywhere, mountains rise high, clouds stagnant at the tops. But the fissure must blow, everything must be destroyed...it must be done!

Bungee

A vision of bungee jumping is recurring. Imagine, you are jumping down a cliff, you pierce through clouds of mist scattered around, wind rushing up your body. It's strange though, wat's a vision of joy and thrill for one is the vision of death for another. In the other case, wind pierces your body, the sun won't be shining. The difference is just a rope, small things can make such a difference.

P.S. This is just stuff coming into my head, I am not presenting my own philosophy or anything, I just have the craving to write sometimes, and weird stuff comes to my head.

First post

hmmm...my first post.. feels kinda nice. I've been thinking of getting a blog but haven't gone about doing it. Well, it's finally here. In case you're wondering about the title, it has absolutely nothing to do with what i think or do, it just came into my head and sounded cool, you know like conspicios conundrum, sounds cool doesn't it. Anyway, shud be getting the sack now, i'll vent out my frustration later.