Random thoughts

The Lives of a generation

  There was something about the air; it was steady but a little heavy. A breeze swept across his hair and served him with an unpleasant chill making his nose ruddy. He drew a deep shuddering breath ensconced in his cozy chair amidst a crowd of picturesque mountains. 

Tears started to trickle down from his eyes flowing nearby the walls of his nostrils and into his mouth. They fell on his lips and as he tasted them, they weren't half as bitter as the emotions which produced them. Gulp after gulp, the intensity of his emotions hastened. 

Heartbreaks or a lover's spat were menial causes of his condition. They were just byproducts of something of a bigger magnitude. He was the victim of a spiritual war. All his life, solitude was his greatest companion in relationships and friendships. Unlike other people, he could not spring his sorrow from the same source.

There was no bloodshed, no great war; neither was there a lightning strike screeching nearby. His greatest struggle was finding purpose in a world who had shrugged off the true essence of life for minor distractions.

He pictured people as dead decaying matter rather than flesh and bone. Whenever, he stepped into a handful of dirt, he could foresee his dear loved ones becoming a part of it.
He was convinced of the fact that his demented little brain was infested with a parasite. He was caught in a dilemma beyond human understanding. 

To run from the truth, he started living the lies of a normal man. But his wrinkled skin and his saggy cheeks had beckoned the spirit within at this old age. 

The spirit shouted at the top of his voice and his vociferous voice was met with an uneasy silence. He was bereft of words to an entity which was the beacon of his whole creation. 

He had put mass on his bones and his shallow skin but never fed his soul. All his resources dwindled by on a wife, a son and a best friend. 

Suddenly, his subconscious recovered from this nightmare and he realized that he had dreamt the lives of a whole generation. He was frightened and awed of his vision but discarded it because not all of us can handle the truth.