Pseudo Writer

Original : When it left my hand and rose against the earth, I attempted to bound it. But bounds were not what it was meant for, and its destiny found it. It started getting lost in the sky, but a beauty it brought in lives. A ray of light in darkness, it was. Romanticized in words, a tragic cause.                                     - Sush ant Kumar Das From A Child's Perspective: The boy like me was holding a balloon, which wanted to go in sky. And he accidentally left the thread, and the balloon started to fly. I kept looking at the sky, and by disappearing, it showed it's might. The elders were looking at him and smiling, as if it was a beautiful sight. They looked at him in the same way I do when my brother has something that I have lost. They were smiling at him while exchanging words,...

Do you crave for the sun too, when cold is seeping through your body, and you can neither run from it nor hide from it? When every part of your body has started going numb, and you aren't even aware of the battle that your inner biology is going through to prevent that, do you crave for the ray of light that brings warmth along with it? Well, we sure did. And boy, did our wish come true; rather someone went a little too overboard with our wish. It was a few decades ago, when scientists realised that the extent of global warming has taken an exponential rate of growth, and warned the world administration about it, suggesting safety measures. But while most of the countries were not able to successfully execute the safety measures, some spent their time in denying that global warming exists (no jokes there). And finally everything went really well. By the way, did I mention that the world population is below ten thousands now? No? Well did I mention that all of us, champs of our ci...

Cold is what succeeds the warmth, it is cold, that preceeds it. Reminding me in this populous swarm, stands alone the empty seat. Life is what stands in between, when the seat tries to remain filled. The seat has to be emptied again, for it's destiny has already been sealed. I remember the first occupant, a catching of breath in the life's dance. But leaving is what was meant for the person, for this seat is nothing but a trance. The seat is meant to be empty, life starts when this trance ends. The person who occupies this seat, is nothing but a temporary semblance. The semblance will eventually dissolve, and cold will replace warmth and happiness. Everyone will be gone, noone shall remain, it will be the time, when you embrace emptiness.                               - Sush ant Kumar Das

There are days, when you can feel blood flowing through your veins, creating a special kind of rush. This rush is accompanied by a sense of excitement, which sets off a game of domino with pieces falling right into the productive spaces. And then there are days, when you are enclosed by a bubble of soothing calmness, with nothing but a quest for stillness between the noise of velocities. Troy had a special kind of love for both of these. But unfortunately, he was getting neither of them for a few months. As a student who had taken an year off for the preparation of a few entrance exams, Troy had days in a monotonous rhythm with minor to no variations. Waking up, freshening, eating, studying, eating, studying, ea........, sleeping; was all he was doing these days. He couldn't help but wonder about the decisions he took in his past, that had confined him into his own little room with a set of course books, willingly. Actually that's a lie. He knew exactly what those decisions we...

A few millenniums ago, in a cave that doesn't exist, he understood value of progress, it was an art he couldn't resist. He set off towards a journey, that transcended all the bounds. He yearned to reach the sky, after covering all these grounds. But now that he has reached everywhere his heart desired, what shall lie ahead of him, what new spark shall be fired? Was this fire of excitement everything that ever mattered? Or did gaining a sense of familiarity bound the ashes that had scattered? Did he even want to remember memories of the fires he imparted? Or for him all this was just a game where past ended when future started? Does he need to be reminded, there is a weight he carries with him? That every fire brought collateral damage, and progress came while morality was dim?                                ...