Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

I built an impermeable wall around me so that noone could penetrate through its intricacies and sheer complexities. That wall was specially founded to protect myself from all the negativity and toxicity of my surroundings. But something has happened lately. That wall is beginning to collapse into little fragments resembling broken bits of glass mushroomed over a hard surface. 

As I open myself up to the new world full of toxic people filled with jealousy, envy, urge for vengeance, mentality of pulling some one down, my nerves get pervaded by the mere low level mindset of people. Seeing people pulling each other down to reach somewhere is creating a sense of hopelessness in my veins as I start wondering how the world will be in a few years time; where everyone will be killing each other for a mere piece of paper with some Gandhi or Benjamin Franklin printed upon it. 

Wherever you go, you’ll only see waves of chaos and destruction broadening its dark wings; ready to expand into whatever form or avatar it can. Wherever you go, you’ll only observe angst and agony flowing in an inward flux towards humans, trees and animals alike. Humans are losing their minds; animals, their homes; trees, their lands; birds, their nests; fish, their pure water for breathing. Everything is falling apart slowly and gradually, instigating more and more mayhem and bedlams among the living creatures residing upon this planet. 

The sun is blazing extreme heat; the winter trembling people with its cold and icy weather; the rain inducing more and more floods creating havoc among people on the coast. The spring is gone; the autumn is nowhere to be found; the dewy is a season people bear no longer any memory of. 

Cities are melting with immense heat; forests catching fire; people dying of sunstroke; water evaporating and not coming back again as rain; rivers getting dried up; wells swelled with thirst; ACs becoming a bare necessity; thunderstorms taking shape in the hot summer afternoon; rain nowhere to be seen; ice unfurling over distant lands; everything is so chaotic and gloomy that there is no hope; nor any chance of recovering that hope itself. Everything is, as I said, falling apart into tiny fragments as a consequence of inevitable destruction and death. We are moving towards the final destination with little to act upon; little to think about; yet a lot to do; a lot to desire; a lot to achieve in the absurdity of it all.