“You keep running after it until you catch it. Once caught, you surrender it to the Master only to chase for it once again. Why?” asked his consciousness.
“Because it’s not the Frisbee I’m interested in. It’s the running” said the dog.
I sing in smiles as well in tears
I sing not to reach some distant ears
I sing not to please the one who hears
I keep singing till my voice wears
I sing my song for I’m born not of fears
Out in our village, a story did roundsthat there lay something on the high grounds
There was a man some people claimedwho could achieve whatever he aimed
Was he a sage or a magician black?His history was impossible to crack!
Suddenly it was heard that he diedand he left back a device on his side
The device could even transcend timecould carry us back ages, without a dime
Adventurer I became with a backpack stuckto unravel the mysteries with some luck!
Lucky I was to unearth the deviceand steal it from the dead for no price!!
Excited I was to travel across agesFeel the times from history’s pages
I went back around a millennium agowhere life seemed calm, uncluttered and slow
Those were the times when angels flewSpoke to humans and animals few
There I met an angel; flying aboveFilling the hearts of people with love
I stood surprised with envy somefor why she abandoned us in times to come?
I asked her in anger “Why this betrayal?What made you in future, not to prevail?”
She smiled and said, “I residein the hearts; which, love abide”
“Your angered voice gives me a signthat from your heart I must resign”
“Your future has worshiped envy and hateI had no other choice but to vacate”
I still remember the scene, when I kept on talkingBut she never looked back, she just kept walking
PERENNIAL FASCINATION WITH ALL THINGS TECH
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Travel stories (Told differently)
flash fiction, observations, reflections, poetry & photos
Writing & Blogging by Shailaja V