MANIAC'S MIRROR - antim abhay (best large ereader TXT) 📗
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I asked the voice who are Kayles, it replied there is only one Kayle in one galaxy. “you are something like what is carbon-12 in the periodic table of chemistry and rest of the sentient things in the galaxy are the other elements, but nobody even Kayle himself doesn’t know this fact, in other words the life of a Kayle is directly proportional to the life of each entity of their respective galaxy, the constant is different for each entity of that galaxy. According to her, I was the Kayle of Drofolax galaxy, I asked her what it is she wants me to do now. Arizel replied that she controlled the minds of all the living things in Drofolax galaxy, they can feel her presence, but they are unable to communicate with her (she can make them do anything by ordering them in their minds, but they can’t distinguish between their own thoughts and thoughts created by her) and she doesn’t usually acquire any strange form as it leads to insanity among the living. Arizel can understand them, but they do not understand her, whatever good or bad she does everyone say it’s their fate so in order to prove her existence she needed someone who understood her as well as them. Among all the Kayles of the galaxies of Arindhara, I be the first who knows the language of the masters of the unknown powers completely, I will be Arizel’s voice now and together we’ll destroy Rakhtavar.”
PART 3 The Timebook of Clocks 'Whispers on the wind'Ivanushka:
As I talked to the wind of sacrifice and dedication
It seemed amazed by the divine intervention.
Who owns the trees
Who runs the breeze
Who owns the serpent
Who rings the bell
Who plants the bombs
Who cries
Who eats the slice
What else do they fear besides faith
Mouse wins the frog race
I feel I am real
Only when I am alone
They talk to me in all the languages except the one I know, I don’t know whether they understand my language or not. They can come in any form, and each has a unique face but the master has no face, no identity, you only know when he is gone.
Alyonushka:
New blood joins this earth
And quickly she's subdued
Through constant pained disgrace
The young girl learns their rules
With time the child draws in
Deprived of all her thoughts
The young girl struggles on and on she's known
A vow unto her own
That never from this day
Her will they'll take away
Throughout her life the same
She’s battled constantly
This fight she cannot win
A tired girl they see no longer cares
You level me I'll level you
So I dub thee unforgiven.
Whenever a new soul enters universe an unknown power takes control over it and suppresses the primal nature of the soul. This unknown power may be sentient or it may be a machine driven by some mysterious energy, it may be good or evil. No one may ever know the story of the one who fought to free many souls like theirs from this unknown power but they know a name.
Ivanushka:
I do not know what to say, one thing I know I am anxious, troubled, restless, my heart is heavy, my body tense, my hands cold and sweaty, my speech is rushed, trying to say a hundred things at once. I do not know what I need... You do… In my anxious search, I fret and fume, running around in circles, while you fly silently nearby, infinitely patient, eager to help me, and wielding power beyond my needs. I feel like a barren wasteland, giving nothing getting nothing meaning nothing to anyone. I have dragged myself to mirage after mirage and yet I find myself rushing to the next false oasis. I seem a frustrating bundle of contradictions, I wonder if I will ever sort out the tangled threads of my life. I fear that others will not like me if I tell them what is really on my mind, my words sound foolish even to myself as I try to explain. I realize now that I am talking to someone who knows me through and through, you know my inmost secrets, my deepest desires and the very sources of my worry.
Alyonushka:
Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead, where there is no path and leave a trail. You should be true for there are those who trust you, pure for there are those who care, strong for there is much to suffer and brave for there is much to dare. And when you come to a meeting of many ways and do not know which to choose, do not choose at random but pause and reflect, breath with the trusting deep breaths you took when you first came into the world; let nothing distract you, be still and listen in silence to your heart, when it has spoken to you rise up and follow it.
Ivanushka:
On a long and lonesome highway
You can listen to the engines moaning out as one note song
But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you’re shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn’t bother you
But you just want to explode
Most times you can’t hear ‘em talk
Other times you can
And you always seem outnumbered
You don’t dare make a stand
Make your stand
Out there in the spotlight
You’re a million miles away
And here I am on the road again
There I am - up on a stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page
Life it seems will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free
Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can’t be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now he’s gone
No one but me can save myself, but it’s too late
Now I can’t think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye.
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I prayed when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again
Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me
For once upon a time
On the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart,
That barless prison
Discolors all with tunnel vision
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
Wicked with your charm
I'm circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
The pillars of salt
Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance out to the moon
As we did in those golden days
Glistening stars I remember the way
Sorrow is my bread
And tears I drink as wine
Oblivion my happiness
Ground under teeth of time
For cold be the stone
When frost devours the land
Consolation is no gift for winter's icy hand
Upon a crust of snow
I'll lay my broken frame
What steel and iron won't take
I'll give in winter's name
If only I could breathe
To see the sun of may
But still longer are the nights than days
As I wither away.
Reverend, is this some conspiracy
Crucified for no sins
No revenge beneath me
Lost within my plans for life
It all seems so unreal
I'm a girl cut half in this world
Left in my misery
The reverend he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes
It's nothing new for him to see
I didn't ask him why
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see now is your face
Well I guess you took my youth
And gave it all away
Like the birth of a new-found joy
This love would end in rage
I will unlock my door
And pass the cemetery gates
Sometimes when I'm alone
I wonder aloud
If you're watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can't live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last
Through all those complex years
I thought I was alone
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own
And when he died
I should have cried and spared myself some pain
You left me incomplete
All alone as the memories still remain
Alyonushka:
Lay beside me
Tell me what they have done
Speak the words I want to hear
To make my demons run
The door is locked now
But it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me
Than I can understand the you
Lay beside me under wicked sky
Through black of day dark of night
We share these bitter lies
The door cracks open
But there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still
What I've felt what I've known
Turn the pages turn the stone
Sick and tired I stand alone
Could you be there?
'Cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
She loves me not, she loves me still
But she'll never love again.
Ivanushka:
I'll tell you a story where there were three worlds namely X,Y and Z. X can contact only Y,Y can contact only Z, Z can contact only X. Now you whisper something to X, X will say that to Y; Y cannot reply to X but Y will say what they heard from X to Z and Z will forward that information to X, and then X thinking of it as a new information will say the same thing again to Y and since they have no memory this way the same information will keep on circling for eternity, but if something goes wrong as any imperfection in receiving or transmitting information occurs in any one of the world the information will change. X is me when I’m time. Arizel whispers something in my brain. Y are the Shanurians. Z are the inhabitants of the planet I live in right now. I have understood that sentient beings in my universe Upnafed are of seven types:
a) Those who don’t know anything about me. b) Those who can only watch my actions. c) Those who can only listen what I speak and noises around me. d) Those who are listening to my thoughts. e) Those who can do more than one of the above. f) Those who can even see my dreams and those who can alter them.My planet is filled with machine people who pretend to do their work but also keep total knowledge about me, they know even if I lost a single strand of my hair and they never let me know this fact. They carry on their works as if I was one like them. I pursued signs and the chain of events preceding them; I started to bring changes in my behavior and started acting out my plans, and they always did something to counter my attempts. Sometimes I feel they listen to my thoughts, or they are tampering my life because, I get such signs; I am never sure about anything; they want me to think that either I am a miracle or some organization’s science project. I have realized by now that there are many parallel universes
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