THE TOOLSHED

   

  "Before coming to Sysandria when you went inside the existent half of the Silent Forest of Dreams, to kill the Lion and possess Prophesier your memories faded away and you only remembered Arizel. The Lion started to control Arindharans, only the newborns of Arindhara and Astrologer stayed unaffected. With the help of some animals, Ventriloquist and Arindharans who were in his control Rakhtavar, the Lion tormented you and Arizel. He sent Shrusim to mislead you and made you think that Ventriloquist was controlling Arindharans. Arizel was always there with you helping you but due to Lion's magic you could not see her, she was assailed by the animals who served the Lion and by Arindharans who were under Lion's control. You were unaware of her presence because the Lion's magic was forbidding you to meet her but you sensed her presence near you. When you obliterated the body of the Lion, Rakhtavar’s spirit got freed and Prophesier emerged. He knew this would happen when the body of the Lion gets killed by your hands, and he had waited centuries for this. You didn’t know what was happening to him when you saw Rakhtavar's spirit emerge but before he could take up a body, with the help of Prophesier, you sent him to a virtual world, the Toolshed, a magical complex maze which you made in Teargar to lock Ventriloquist. You built it when you were lost and wandering in both the worlds in search of Arizel and Ventriloquist."

   

   

   

  The Toolshed

  He, who is trapped in the toolshed world, finds himself in such a condition that whatever he wants to do, he will not be able to do it. Whatever he wants to have he would not get it. If he wants to move he will stop, if he wants to stop he will move. When he wants to eat he will not and he will eat when he is not hungry. He will be awake when he wants to sleep and would sleep when he wants to stay awake. And if he doesn't learn to control his mind, he'll stay alive and conscious, but would eventually become like a machine and work for the creator of the toolshed. He gets respite only when the creator wishes so.

   

  Mutilation

  The ghostword loomed behind nature

   

  Like dust of the atmosphere

  My obligations are undarkened

  I span the toolshed providing Lion the fundamental gear

  When I’m in there I teach them despair

  Arizel takes me away from Arindhara to the forest,

  Her icy kiss sustained on my lips

  We phantom the dying skies.

   

   

  Vasitven sold the river of life

  The Lion went to the Toolshed

  The Lion was a traitor of the forest

  Toiling in the toolshed when he sells his soul,

  I give him a new Ghostword to behold

  They who are alive there,

  Their smells decompose behind his spine

   

   

  These sufferings I beset the toolshed,

  Are not judged by the worker’s mistakes

  But by how they face dementia,

  When on them Ghostwords befell

  The army of Arizel is always ahead

  My power surges in their abodes

  Bloodshed they keep in control

   

   

  I rip the brains of the black animals

  And barrage them with ghostwords

  Who don’t think I' am real are Arindharans

  When I want to play nostalgia,

  Springing from the light

  Arizel catches Shrusim on the staircase,

  And we enjoy the never-ending frey.

   

  God bears no name

  When I used to search for ghostwords,

  I believed each entity is sentient

  The astrologer never helped me to find it,

  He was afraid that ventriloquist might steal it

  The astrologer could hear the songs without his ears.

   

   

  Learn the ghostword you must to manipulate it

  And unlearn it to use it again

  The messenger of the ghostword will never arrive

  Cause your deception calls the young birds

  Trees roam free over the burning seas

   

   

  Numbers of shadows keep rising

  Immortal stays the body of Arizel

  In the puppeteer’s blood she dwells

  The unknown power hit me,

  When I waited for Arizel on my asylum's stairs.

   

   

  The trees became the newborns

  Some of them turning into skies

  The river will not stay oblivious

  I pray it will eventually start giving shelter,

  To them who bring back her possessions.

   

   

  The skies the infants,

  By newborns they will always be summoned

  The evening bells have now started to chime

  The gallows rust by the morning light

  The new day invokes a nostalgic life.

   

   

  If the latch on the Toolshed happen to open,

  The age of confluence will arrive again

  With force much stronger

  The ghostword wouldn’t be used again

  The prophesier would lose its powers

   

   

  Now you know,

  It was the puppeteer who bred what you sing

  The skies will be watching you all forever

  The river will accept your ordure

  The god bears no name in our brave new world.

  Paroxysm

  When he left her for the war,

  No one knew what the soldier said to his mother

  Never doubt that he knew his enemy well

  He believes in the reason he kills for

  He knows he can not kill the reason of madness

  But he knew madness will end if he wins the war.

   

   

  He learned soon the war was fixed by the generals

  He mused, ‘If I could do it I would have done it’.

  He could have killed both sides' generals,

  But he was diverted by his duty

  Carrying remorse he returns home unscathed.

  The generals couldn't lure him by the bounty

  Back at home looking at his broken mother

  He thinks now, he should have chosen.

   

   

  A virus broke in the continents

  Who delivered it, thought it would change everything

  Infected ones became its defences

  The virus multiplied till scientists found a cure

  Mankind survived because of something undefined

  The evil realized later, it once forged the impure

  The world will face a new incurable disease,

  Each time one of the offenders gets a release.

   

  The equal of time

  When the puppeteer was a child

  He paid attention to only language and science

  He wondered, how come other children did things,

  Which he couldn’t bear, because he was told

  Everyone is equal here day or night.

   

   

  One evening after the show was over,

  He was deceived by his ventriloquist

  He found the ventriloquist did not leave him much

  Not even a single quarter

  But the ventriloquist left the marionettes of plaster

   

   

  The astrologer made the puppeteer very rich

  And he hid his money well

  When robbers crept in his abode,

  They learnt hurting him makes them burn slowly

  He gave them willingly what remained after opening his fist.

   

   

  He now wants to hear the songs


  The ventriloquist sang in the show

  As the puppeteer was deaf since he was born

  He could make the puppets dance on the ventriloquist’s song,

  Cause he was aware of existence of the lord.

   

   

  Whenever he went to the astrologer for a prophecy,

  The astrologer lured by his splendour prophesized after infinity

  Those who arrived later in his life,

  He called them the newborns,

  As before they were born they had his form.

  The entity divine

   

  The master taught me to unlearn

  I remembered only my last lesson

  It taught me to use my weapons inside the Lion’s lair,

  By god’s grace I killed the lion of the Silent forest

  The lion wanted the ghostword for his best

  Vasitven still remains an unknown blessed.

   

   

  Now I spend my time singing songs of rhyming ghostwords,

  I live in the golden era of Arindharan verse

  Arizel brought me back from the abyss of the endless river

  We sealed the devil and his ventriloquist in the Toolshed

  She had always hoped that another Kayle would save her.

   

   

  When I met the maker of flowers from the moraines,

  I asked him about his well being

  He didn’t knew what he gave was slain,

  But he agreed he gave it for his gain

  That made sunshine and rain.

  Births & Deaths

   

  Rakhtavar somehow took control of the river of life and he trapped the first Kayle in the barren half and went into existent half. The first Kayle succeeded in building a bridge over the secret river of life and reached the existent half. The first Kayle killed Rakhtavar and entrapped his soul in the body of a Lion. The river of life got tainted.  Before he was killed Rakhtavar had disfigured the bridge and made it disappear. The bridge appears now only for a short time and in decades. When first Kayle was reborn he was like the newborns, he was the one who took all newborns to the barren half of Silent Forest of Dreams. No one not even the animals of Arindhara or the Kayle himself knew about Sysandria or Rakhtavar or how SFOD came into existence. Many newborns thought the first Kayle reborn may be evil but all knew he is not their enemy. They started to believe in him when he crossed the river of life without the bridge. The animals of SFOD betrayed him and lured him towards the Lion. The bridge had reappeared and didn’t vanish since the Kayle crossed the river of life.

  Since then the newborns cross this bridge to enter the existent half of SFOD. Some join animals and some go against them. When newborns enter they become immortal and dwell in SFOD with the animals who dominate Arindharans. Ventriloquist was an ally of the animals he had devised a mechanical weapon which only he could wield. But then after a long wait, the first Kayle turned the existent half into barren and the barren half into a fruitful one. And the Toolshed came into existence of which only very few know. Rakhtavar the Lion, ventriloquist and evil animals were trapped in the Toolshed. Army of Arizel rested in peace. The word newborn became needless. And what happened to the Kayle after that stayed unknown to everyone in Arindhara or Silent Forest of Dreams.

   

  ***

  Flashbacks

   

  I felt alone dark was light

  Smiling I sneaked through the skeletons by the side

  I laugh while I creep but they won’t hear me tonight

  Deceived by the show, they cast me on a death row

  Somewhere while she watches the rain

  I know she utters my name

  We are together but we bleed alone in this game

  The drops of my blood rise in search of her voice,

  Turning the parchment into skies laden with pain

  In absence of her fragrance they rain on me in disdain.

   

   

  Sitting on his tomb,

  The denuded dumb waits for the next monsoon

  I feel helpless as I confess in vain

  My immortal, this real will always seek his virtual insanity,

  As he once got the scent so ethereal of a mysterious victory

  They say I’ll change the world, a drop of tear made my history

  When I saw her first time, I thought her not worth a single dime

  Her friend approached me suddenly and kept draining me incessantly

  Soon my obsessions were her possessions

  Her obsessions became my possessions

   

   

  We used to read the same book of infinity

  The spark was ignited when she wiped the mud from my bronze,

  I got lost completely inside her lake of thorns

  I sent her a message to break our meal routine

  I gave her the book of magic but she wasn’t keen

  All her minions save one followed a regime

  Two others wanted to woe her but she could not admit it

  Although I gave them both all my treats

  For it was my destiny to wait for her,

  And to be released.

   

   

  For years not a word was said between us

  But our eyes stayed constantly in focus

  Then one night when I was hung over,

  I called her to take a ride on my shoulders

  Next three evenings went our settings

  It felt like eating butter scotch ice creams

  Then the swan dropped secretly a pearl,

  But the moon caught it before it mingled with fur

  I asked the moon how was he able to do it,

  It answered someone unknown poked inside his unit.

   

   

  I sang hallowed be thy name and left my girl lonely in the rain

  I gave her the moon and a book to help her in the game

  Soon after this I got entangled in the spell of a witch

  Hoping to save my love from her father’s glitch,

  I found out I am the one who will lead the mankind

  I saw her tow-headed standing outside a shrine,

  I followed her till I reached the door of her abode

  I dropped a starfish through the window which shined

  I cried till death but she didn’t pine

  A God's man helped me come aboard.

   

   

  I sailed to a valley so mysteriously cold,

  There I got lost hunting a wild boar

  Many times I dived alone deep into the slime,

  And came back bruised but without any sign

  Never gave up surfing on the shore

  When I took my last plunge

  To save myself from the hoard,

  My master transmitted me again one last time

  Uttering two magic words,

  I changed two to stone birds.

   

   

  After my worldly learning was complete,

  She suddenly reported that she can no more breathe

  I retorted by visiting the woodcutter,

  Who never sold the fallen trees

  The magic never stopped working on my knees

  My belief on magic went stronger evenly

  After decades of our last meeting,

  She kindled a hope in me,

  That she is undead

  I decided to go after her and approached my spiritual head

   

   

  After months of intense training

  I was able to talk to her while sleeping

  And I learnt the languages of the animals,

  The objects, the trees and the free lings

  I also learnt to talk to the soul of the seas

  Now I work and wait in the temple of the machine,

  To create a scene similar to my first d
ream

  The spell of the banshee I broke in an instant

  I wake up but I never sleep, before I wake up again,

  My last wish is to see the world through my mother’s pearl.

   

   

  Only my friends remember me,

  Others I have to wake up from slumber

  You can find me but I always find you gone when I wake up

  We cannot touch each other but our souls are united

  I trust you even in my thoughts benighted

  Soon you would reveal yourselves

   

   

   

   

   

  Winter father

  He flew with me in an aero plane

  Cool wind bathed my windowpane.

  I asked him, “Why is the night dark?”

  He said, “Because it carries

  an ordinary man’s charge.”

  I asked again, "What is pain?"

  He replied," What you wanted yesterday

  but couldn’t have,

  you don't want that today

  and what you want today,

  You wouldn’t want that tomorrow.

  If you had received that you

  craved for yesterday,

  It wouldn’t have been possible

  for you to be here."

  I asked again, "What is karma?"

  He said, "They'll make you happy

  They'll make you sad

  But they cannot help you

  In defeating the bad

  They'll hate you

  They'll worship you

  Do not care about their views

  Do what you think is true."

  I asked again, "what is hate?"

  He said, “In love if you get hurt

  Hope you must not desert

  That which hurts us,

  gives us something nevertheless,

  Think of the past

  as nostalgia priceless".

  I asked, “What is ocean?”

  He said, “It is the distance between

  two burdened arms.”

  I asked, “Why stars shine?”

  He said, “The heroes wait

  for you holding lights.”

  I said,” I wonder what God wants”

  He said, “He wants to listen

  what we did in our toil”

  I asked again, “Is money evil?”

  After a pause he replied,

  “They forget, Time not money

  decides an entity’s price

  For a slice many sacrifice

  more than Christ,

  Inheritance has taken over pride.

  But money makes this world precise,

  When you find hard to decide

  Do what God tells in his guide

  He gives us here only one life”

  Then smiling he bid farewell,

  And faded away behind the windowpane.

  Mind Mirror

  Some fight to win, the rest become the orphans