VOID
Another day it was ,for him, but today the roads beckoned him loudly for his new destination was calling.His dear ones were with him,neither did he look at them in their eyes nor did he say what he always intended to .
Oblivious he was to the scripts of his role but still ignorantly heeded to a distant call .A slight tingle and an ominous feeling evaded his forefront thought process.His head hung low, he was following the call,for his destination was waiting.
As he began his journey,the same mundane thoughts filled him and as usual was swaying through obstacles ,and by keeping an eye on his loved ones, he drove on.He was at his prime with countless dreams for himself and the ill fated others with him,and today was just another day ,another drive, another step for him ,everything normal but the whispers of death.
A casual conversation bursted open ,engrossed in his life and family,he was unaware of the dark hooded creature waiting in a lorry. He drove on , but suddenly the inexplicable bursts of uncertainity enveloped him, the oddity was enhancing by every passing second till he caught a sight which he would soon forget. Silence filled his world ,his face was motionless not able to follow the scrambled thoughts that revolved around his family and their safety.He tries in vain with his last breath to drive his car away from the behemothic seeker of life and not to enter oblivion.Devoid of all purposes and feelings,he along with his family were thrust towards the void.
My professor and his family recently died in a car crash ,may their souls rest in peace.

Abide in a Labyrinth

The vagabond born to roam , once again wanders through the illusion of permanency , but the delusion is breaking , bringing forth the advent of the dark messiah. The balance is perturbed , the purpose is shattered ,the vastness as described by the messenger leaves the wayfarer dry in the desert of the abandoned . The world has been percieved through a falsified notion of absoluteness , were the words whispered to him.

The wanderer fell to his knees, for the vanquisher of joy and innocence showed that his horizon extends towards infinity .In the vastness of desolation ,he looked onwards ,desperately to seek his oasis while the darkness loomed over him.The swords kept slashing , for he still did not bleed.Reluctant to let go and crumble before his enemy,he stood and then continued wading through the mist.With enflamed rage ,he battled once more to seek his waterhole.

With one last breath ,he drifted once more, but in vain as he succumbed to his pain and saw his blood . On his knees again ,once more he looked at the messenger but with defeat in his eyes.He heard the words enter him as he was entering the eternal darkness. Remove my dark veil were the words.

The drifter lifted the clad , and as the truth stared at him, he knew neither sorrow nor joy.Unfolding before him was the very fabric of reality . He knew then there neither was a right path nor an erroneous for his abode in the labyrinth will remain for all eternity .He knew he shall thrive there as long he is a vagabond and will not cease to do so till the dark hooded messiah arrives whispering and questioning his evry breath.

THE SEER AND THE SEEKER

Many days had gone past since the seeker last poured out what was in ,
and hence aloof he had become from what was within.
Oblivious to the innate cries,
he walked in search of glories which evaded his eyes.
He journeyed on many paths not knowing where it lead,
but he continued to tread.
He was on one such journey with a begining 4 years back and its end nearing ,
and by not knowing where his next path is ,he began to fret and wanted to cease the purposless wandering.
He wanted to rend the veil over his life to know his destiny, but not knowing how.
To seek a seer to reveal his path ,now became his vow.
In vain were his endeavours , as nobody or nothing could give his life a perfect mould.
Defeated he was as the seer never was to be found and thought, to the world he has been sold.
Struck with sorrow, he started reminscing,bringing forth his memories and experiences.
Slowly as these thoughts enveloped him,he unveiled life's incospicuous nuances.
He realised that his journey with a plethora of experiences, good and bad ,was showing him glimpses of his way,his path, teaching,guiding him and showing him his purpose but slowly. His experiences were giving his life a shape. He had the questions as well as the answers.
Rejoiced he was,as he was begining to understand, in the seeker lies the seer and and in the seer lies the seeker.