The black the white the gray of life

The black the white the gray of life

Monday, June 6, 2011

Nature TO Me

I am not a colouring book. You cannot fill me with the colours of your choice.
I am warm and gentle, so much so that I carefully melt flakes of snow, one each at a time.Though I garner great strengths of destruction, I seldom use them. I devastate when my gentleness transforms into fury, then these innocent flakes of snow suddenly become murderous storms.It is a reaction to a very malignant syndrome.

I have recently developed the H.D.D. or the Human Distaste Disorder. A disorder born not out of a deficiency, but out of superfluity of a commonly found being.

Its population floods my body with trillions and eats voraciously into all my resources.
The common symptoms of this hazardous disorder are:
The sparseness of my dense green grows and the parched-ness of my flourishing fluids.
Black vile, wisps of smoke suffocating me and chunks of waste, white and stretchable,choking me and throttling my soul.

Tolerance gives up on me, and I vomit my fluids, sometimes I cry and whimper. Then further and further I melt in agony.

Now the chaos has completely deafened me. The smoke has completely blinded me.
Yet they do not hear my plea.
They play. They pirouette, triumphant over innovations; unaware of the inevitable devastation they invite, their end and my cure.


  1. Astounding! what a take!

  2. Wonderfully done...mirrors my take on how earth has had enough of human the cauldron of pain caused by mindless activities carried out by humans has filled to the brim and is overflowing from its mouth...

    This is reminiscent of Gaya...the earth spirit...something I have an inkling of faith in....loved this one! :)

  3. @ Maverick

    Glad to know that you fell the same. It is high time humans start ACTING on trying to repair...though the damage is beyond that.

    Thanks for sharing your take on Gaya...will check that out on google :) some new learning.
    Thanks a lot again! :)