END OF REIGN

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End of Reign

“Death is inevitable. A reign that is created, must fall apart.”

The body will decompose or fly. The phony sculptures and mighty architectures will not stand still. One day or the other, it will atomize into soil and sand. It’ll worth nothing more than blowing dust. The power, we are fighting for, will fall. The dog tag of the religious illusions will melt. No culture, no belief, no faith will hold us together.

Pseudo brotherhood will die in vain.

The only fact of time-and-space is true. Evolution is just a word. Space between two-time periods is evolution. Cosmic energy that was travelling through space has given birth to this beautiful universe. From nothing all emerge. And after billions of years we took birth with no religion, no greed and no ego.

The experience we gathered, the knowledge we shared and the space between us has given our identity. The starvation and security forced us together. Later, pleasure and power overrun our judgment. Nationality, language, colour, habit, religion, circadian rhythm have bifurcated the freedom of living. And as we progress through time, one after another the light of Mesopotamian civilization, Indus valley civilization, Macedonian Dynasty, Maurya Dynasty, Roman Empire, Ottoman Empire, Mughal Empire, British Empire went off.

The rise of renaissance buried the social abuses and slavery. A new global awareness and care is spreading. Information and education, vision and ambition, rapid creation and destruction are erasing the myths, customs and traditions that don’t pace with time. Old must die, and new finds its place. And when it will reach its pick. Sooner or later the overexploitation and injustice towards this globe and automation will eventually destroy mankind, a new era will take place.

History will repeat itself. Same as dinosaur were once completely erased and we took their place. And eventually this planet will also end once the sun burn out all of its energy. Everything that we know today will turn into nothing.

The Death is the Ultimate Truth.


©The Honest FablerPooja Mukherjee
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MOON BASE

I’ve heard that many people have “flying dreams”, nighttime visions of soaring through the sky like some kind of superhero or a magical human-bird; however, I doubt that the majority of those people have flying dreams akin to mine – ones that are often more frustrating than enjoyable. This type of dream is a recurring one for me. Every few weeks or so, it will pop up in my sleeping mind. I can’t decide whether I look forward to it or not, but regardless of my wishes, it’s with me for the good, it seems.

The dream always begins with me speeding across the sky. The landscape below often differs, but the one that appears most often and did so most recently closely resembles that of seaside cliffs. Flying through the air, skimming the water as a weightless, human airplane, there’s nothing I would rather be doing. It feels incredible to have the wind rushing in my face and to watch the earth pass by below me.

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”

Deeper into the dream and madness. Birds with broken wings walking on the ground were once flying high up in the sky. Finishes off with the same reflection that the Life we live is unreal. It might even be a dream; and what we see or seems to be, be nothing more than “A Dream within A Dream”.
I have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing my wings on the way down. Used the wings of the flying Universe, dreamt with open eyes; saw in darkness.

However, it never lasts. For some reason that I can never quite grasp, I land, touching down smoothly onto those cliffs above the water. As soon as my feet come to rest on solid ground, I want to become airborne again, to feel those glorious sensations some more. Nevertheless (and here’s the frustrating part), no matter how hard I try or what I do, I simply can’t take off again. The rest of the dream is generally spent doing increasingly desperate acts to get back in the air (ie. running at top speed with my arms spread wide like some crazed flightless bird, lying flat on my stomach on the ground, waiting to take off like an airplane, and eventually repeatedly jumping off the cliffs and climbing back up to try again).

Maybe one of these nights, I’ll figure out the trick to getting back among the clouds. And I’d be able to have flying dreams, again.

“Visionary builds what dreamers imagined.”


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
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Announcements & Much more.

Greetings fellow bloggers and readers!

I’m very excited to announce that Occult of Strigoikirk is about to end in the next 2 episodes! But due to the hectic submissions–an engineering student is tortured with– that are to be done, I will be posting the Tenth part in the middle of the week and the Finale on the scheduled Saturday. Hope you guys understand!

Also, the guest post for today has been delayed due to the same reasons. The brilliant writer who was going to do a guest post is, (un/)fortunately, an engineering student as well. So, next week is going to be one interesting week for The Honest Fabler.

And how can I forget THF has reached an amazing number of 604 following bloggers + 1630 Facebook followers + 23 Email followers = 2257 total followers! Now that calls for another party since we’re not even 4 months old yet!

Best wishes to everyone for the upcoming week and don’t forget to stay tuned. Be happy and stay awesome, peeps!

Much love,
Fabler.


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