Temple of Words

'Everywhere was as dead silent as a graveyard, ‘or maybe perhaps it was my graveyard, a deliberate silence, or maybe Simon had been waiting for me to come in before finally finishing off his job.’ Continued from last episode. Click here  to read the previous episode S ome minutes later, I heard the noise of someone who was trying to open the coffin up, and when it did open, ‘WOW!!!’, it wasn’t someone I had expected to see, behold it was Father James who was in an all-white robe. There was no fear on his face. He looked at me with a smile and without saying a word or making another gesture, he took my hands, and raised me up, then helped me come out of the coffin. Everyone, on seeing this ‘AH WHAT A CALAMITY!!!’ ran helter-skelter, including my wife and relatives. I looked at their faces as if I was trying to fish out the culprit, the one who had murdered me, I knew the person must have been around the vicinity, waiting and watching how I would be dropped six feet b

Haven't read the last episode? click here to read 'As I looked at myself, I wasn’t with the cloths I wore in what I first thought to be my first dream, nor was I in a new one; I was naked, or could it have been nakedness, for that feeling of being naked was void...' s ome things are not born to be, but when men offer sacrifices to evil, strange deeds emerge to suck the blood of the good…. T he sounds made by birds and unknown animals chorusing in thousands and millions, cracked my eyes open to darkness; the whole place was dark and that, at first, scared me to worry, but as I recurrently heard the sounds again and again, it was as if I was in a jungle, harboured by lots of animals. I quickly shut them back and tried to lift my hands and legs but I couldn’t; they were as stiff as the bottom of a mountain. My head was no different as it was also strongly wedged to the soil which I felt without doubt and that made me conjecture that I had at that moment

‘ Sir, what have you…you come to do then, if not to steal from me?’ I stuttered as I asked him the question. He gave me a steer, but after a while, he looked away and then gawked back at me with a grief-stricken statement: ‘I have been sent to take your life, in fact, for your information, I have been paid to do so.’ s ome things are not born to be, but when men offer sacrifices to evil, strange deeds emerge to suck the blood of the good….                                                                                                                                          The Tears of a Dead Man A story told by the dead man himself.... Continued from last episode. Click here  to read the previous episode ‘ W hy did you keep quiet?’ he asked, but I remained mute, I couldn’t speak a word, not with death’s ring leader pointing straight at my fore-head. My whole body was now shaking and sweat continued to discharge from head to toe just like a

Some things are not born to be, but when men offer sacrifices to evil, strange deeds emerge to suck the blood of the good….                                                                                                      The Tears of a Dead Man    A story told by the dead man himself.... s unday mornings were perpetually very bright and SUNNY! And of course such can’t be denied. Besides, as I have conceived for long that the actual reason the day had escaped the huddles of bearing other names was because of the fact that the sun never divorced it, well, except sometimes when they may probably emitted anger smokes from their actions. Such had occurred chiefly because one, whose organ cannot stay put, rest and remain faithful would cheat on the other with the rain, another whether, and this act, would do no greater harm that to throw the world into blind-darkness, or at least slightly blind, therefore consuming, acrimoniously their let-there-be-l

Moments of hits and scratches   Burns from fire and hot ashes On faces, skins and upon the head Hidden in hairs Scars placed by incidents Strongly reside As the permanent postmen Of the memories of memories Books of the antique age Moments of hits and scratches Burns from fire and hot ashes

Before you left Before you died Before your spittle rubbed its last Chewing... chewing... chewing Around great wall of China White soldiers standing by With heads rubbed with cement; I must not escape! Such order you gave

She stared at nowhere. Tears like balls played down her eyes as she relieved each memory.... Gates and bars, doors and chains adorned her home… no it was a solitary confinement, a cell. No light, no not a single ray did she ever allow into the room. Not even the ‘wardens’. The corridor was also dark so no light filtered in when each meal was brought in. they left the same way, barely touched.       She didn’t need any light… she had no sight. Hear her… ‘Hmmm’, she just sighed. That’s seems to be the only sound that was ever heard from the room. Wait, she also made a beautiful euphony whenever she bumped into the only piece of furniture in the room, an old rickety one, she would sleep on nothing else probably the floor. In the dead of the night, mutterings could be heard, who was she talking to? After each session, silence ruled the air.

'But one went to him But one gave thanks But one, a Samaritan. ' Ten men, unwell Dirty both in mind and body Choped were their hands and legs Rejected their names were The lepers and the sent-aways All of nature shows no sign of help Hope gave them no bed They were prisoners in their own sinful jail. Then He came to them The messiah, king, lord and hope And when sockets and balls did their duty They saw him and hope welcomed them to bed ‘help us master, mercy on us, Please, good master! And mercy vibrated all over him And there he gave command ‘go show thyselves to God’s eyes dwelling in the temple They went, faith all over their soul While their legs rolled away They met healing on the way And it embraced them and they did the same And they, with joy draining their minds, went away But one, embrassing healing, turned back But one went to him But one gave thanks But one, a Samaritan. He was surprised that none But one out of the ten men came back

'Give me a room, i said, to the lady at the entrance, i took the key to the room; straight we went to my doom, like a goat to be killed i opened the door. And we went in at once.' On one lonely road you stood, that afternoon, when the toothed sun was eating every bit of you. I was moved, I felt for you. Though i was not the only one, yes...that day some people drove by too: they all passed with big cars, running like a waterfall heading for its river. but none picked you up, maybe they had known, or maybe they were blind, or rather they were niggards. But mercy filled my heart, to stop my car, I knew must, a deed my God had stamped, to Love my neighbour in need. A good samarithan i was, to pass you by, a sin so much can lead to grave. I called you in my ride, to seat in by my side, you rumbled at a NO! You said you won't go. But I begged you with my God, for that sun was a hell of a thing, you yielded to my word, stepped in at once, a

        'Help us to see reasons to love' O lord of words of truth, Guide my part all the way, O lord of Hannah and Ruth, Give me love but hate away. Peace is what I ask for all, Your grace, I pray, you shower Over my family, and friends. As for enemies, including me, Help us to see reasons to love. Amen! Amen! Amen!