SANDS OF TIME

The Trailing Train 🚂 hooted and it was laboring along endlessly. It was on a prolonged run moving across many cascading turns. Everything was ensuing itself into this unwinding path of no returns. Needless to say, in all this, the tracks were also abruptly vanishing, and vaguely—the sensation was a total gooey amalgam. It was no illusion. The quasi in such a context was noticeable. But, in some connected sense, history was leading into a personage of ghastliest lineament.

Quite literally, the scene was breathtaking to discern, but it was posing a philosophical issue. Meaning —an absurd situation was emerging which was far from settling.

The path that I was lain upon was a sort of a grand repose, so much so, held over a headless void but still being sallied forth, as though, it was a “time-tunneling syncing,” problem. And working together was this bare fact that humanity, but more specifically—my impulses were undergoing a deeper transformation. To understand this properly, merely assume me ordering “time,” in a reflective sense. And all this now, to bring about an experience to a life seeped in Artificial intelligence. So such so , on every turn, I felt possessed by a miasmic glum enveloping all around me.

I was stuck on this baffling road, where nothing c’d ever be held together as cogently close nor far flung to be seen as rejection unbound. So on and so forth, unsupported and magically suspended in this mysterious and languorous reality, I was emerging afloat over a distant origin.

Everything was gradually warping under this clunky iron-clad roof of the locomotive. What, though, was happening, in fact, was precisely this —I was slowly sailing off towards an eternal spun. My identity was getting mixed up in a pool of thoughts. ‘Twas an urgent timeshare/ timeline shunt. Almost like the “call of the times,” to express faster than fast. The imagery may seem provocative,I know! But flailing against this was my heart that was beating against death while my mind refused to sink into sleep. And tugging at my soul was this raging emotion drawing it’s essence from otherworldly vestiges of time.Perhaps the most convincing touch of all was this inexorable feel that everything going up in flames. Clearly things were burning up all around me, yet my instincts were very much alive to feel imputed through it.

So, on my shoulder was this unknown realm, bearing me as a voyager —almost roving me through galaxies on the other end. And from my point of view, situations were questing to seek no particular destination. For a moment it felt so untrue to face those spans of enormous plains of eternity, yet —out there, I was wondering what was I doing amidst those distant galaxies. Far through it, suddenly I arrived into this void of deep mist. Construing through the stairways of emerging forms, I saw something there. A stillness and a cold shore of “died down seas,”—a sort of a ledge to look back into the past. Upon swift turnings of sight there was a vast stretch of time ending in this ancient scene. Whose life is this and why am I passing through it?!

Abruptly, there were terror guns blasting right outside my ken. And when looked upon, some objects were boundlessly scattering lightenings in all directions.

Across those fields, apparently, people were paying premature tributes to this land of “oblivion.” Over those lucid moments, people were about to amass so many joyless days and so many sleepless nights, quite at once. Such so, in succession, they were all passing thro’ some entry doors and climbing aboard unto an elusive station. It was ,as though, they were crossing over to the other side of the living world, to face an ominous journey quite upfront.

In actuality, people were stepping into a place, marked by an “observers chimera,” wherein, experiencing everything was like tying sand-ropes down onto seeping imaginative seas. It was an inexplicable phenomenon of sensing paradise,and then on, in continuation, to fare thro’ the wildernesses taken upon so unexpectedly. Was this time traveler’s helm or does ascension truly feel like this in return.

Dispatched so, from the ordinances of humanity and going into this passage of time, wherewith, I was all allied, in a flowing stream of concatenation.

In another sense, everyone was being doled out —whereby, none seemed real, yet, everything was common in terms of the chilling ways in which humanity was being casted off and burnt. A worst massacre had quite unimaginably befallen.

It was year 2080 AD

Persona was luminously unbound, and invariably exuding smiles of that marvelous sun. Each person with their perspective were jaw dropping to watch what they were to ultimately become —a beam or a bubble, reared to perpetuate into ruins of this otherworldly shunt. And, all that was happening in an orderly fashion and I was one among them. Gradually our whole bodies—(souls , minds and spirits, )were transformed ; from here as distinct to there in a fuliginous form ; dismally congregating into heaps of junk, and then, disappearing as a “bleary gone.” We were much like instantly consumed in the locality of marginal things and vanishing into the perpetual extinction of nothingness. Alongside this, the science of gene 🧬 editing was equally superseding human ingenuity on every single mind -spun. There was no return! Thereupon busily, with the hope of a new world to come, some people had their eyes fully open while some others held their hands outstretched —as though, to welcome the next person, who was being befooled into such a transportation. It was like mirth met on a sojourn. Everything was being subjected to the same-“melancholic pun.” It was a providence afloat over riding spells; all set up in a sober sense. In there, it was like being on a miserable journey, unbound towards hellish conditions.In all this, unawares, all were perched upon winged lunges; more so, like merely seated upon their bosoms, and twirling around in whirligigs to humbly meet endearing heartiness, at this hopeful retreat of mind burn. Where could that be?! Somewhere —where , Aether was flowing through cross fields , I suppose ! Yet, at that sight, something was infecting every soul very deeply. In succession, one by one, our seats were spinning around in nautical turns, and within minutes, everything was consumed in the horizon’s blazoning sun.

“Swirly whip, Swoosh,” —-ah! I said to myself, totally mystified by the wonder of not knowing what would happen next in the subsequent churn.And within all this, there was no dawn nor dusk. People found themselves gallantly grunting to seek and adjust their seats to their adjacent fronts. Aligned to such single hyper-baronial journey but disembarking on different points. In ways, it felt like a contraption, unraveling as a mystical lead that each —justly—had to confront.

Yes, we were on a voyage —whereof, a train was eventually overturning itself towards this “other worldly,” sojourn. Everything was descending into a peculiar inferno, seething and boiling from the bottom and everyone had fallen prey to this worst technological holocaust devised by the worst of men.

A time or two, a lovable cherubic child w’d climb the train 🚂 in an anticipation of a genial prospect for newly discovering things. But instantly he was getting lost in those realms. Sometimes patterns of families w’d hurdle together in turns; quickly making their way in and out, as though they were never to return. Following which, a dead vast was borne over those fleeting moments. An array of passing redundancies slowly creeping into silence. Unyieldingly, a sort of dingy darkness prevailed in the interims as well. And all this showed no signs of halting until the next bleaker sun shone up to meet the horizon. Yeah, it was seemingly a intergalactic transgalactic feel 😊

All in all, with all the timelines melded together, one beside the other, we were embodying sheer transcendence —that oneness of spirit, completely slung over fortunes arrows, ‘totally outrunning each other onto those higher grounds.

Strangely,as nothing like the image nor any estrangement could dictate, yet faintly, everything was exuding a thousand natural shocks. Crossing in electrical fleets everything was devoid of affliction but every thought and idea had taken a beating in that mix -up churn.

Consumed so, perhaps, in such an antithesis, the surroundings suddenly turned swankily garish and somberly brilliant. Like geodesic domes everything was spreading all across those glistening scenes. It seemed mind bogglingly magnificent. There was a flashy spillage across the blazing skies, much so like the hooded crests of the train had melded into another miasmic glum. Now, everything was finally bent in one grace, wherein, all the three realms ( heaven , earth and skies) were seemingly merging and the railroads were taking the ultimate progression. Again, it was like a thought teased by a fuzzy emotion and roaming into mansions of commotion.

But even though , the finality of “ashes to ashes, dust to dust , “ had just arrived and the scathe of total annulment was yet to begin, people were watching,equally mesmerized as to what was left amidst those edifying burns. There was nothing in there to see,feel , believe nor even learn. It was like a mix-up concoction of readymade ideas percolating through as innovative inception. Thereupon, once upon a time had all grown into a desert form. So the MIND along with its MATTER was floating under such a situation. All this was to face all sorts of illusive courses to be first —lost ,and then, to be ultimately found. Also, in the end —it was to realize the lightness of it’s nature….

Engulfed in the desert's parched silence,

To say the least, an ephemeral truth which echoes :

“I was nothing but another grain of sand in the wind.”

💫✨ 🧡🦢🦢🦢🧡 ✨💫© November 18th, 2023 Madhu Goteti ✍️