Change

I was. I am no more. Instead of me lies he, stands he, indulges he.

I in my grandeur was lord of lands, vast lands, all embedded with lush green grass, arranged and neatly trimmed bushes, a hillock where the sun rose and a lake where the moon did shine. Ah! The clear water, it reflected the skies such that it was tough to differentiate heavens from earth. There was a section filled with flowers of almost all colours and aromas. There were roses, there were daffodils and there were poppies. I remember walking through them feeling the grass beneath, moist with the dew drops. Below this lied the fertile land. I swear you could feel it breathe! You could see the little earthworms playing and moving along the land like cheerful dolphins in an ocean. The wind would just fill your lungs, they would in turn oblige and expand with the gushing oxygen, which would in response send in vibes of enthusiasm and youth. Ah! The calm, the serene, they always rung sweet violin in my ears.

But (Yes here comes the BUT), you see people say you are always lonely at the top. Well, people say right. There came a phase where I thought I had seen it all, done it all. Then one day as I was at the lake shore staring at the boring moon and the regular milkyway, there was a red flash and he came riding a meteor. He told me he was me. He told me to sit back and relax and my loneliness would be a thing of the past. With a swish the butterflies started emanating light, with a swish the trees started bearing berries. Change to me felt exciting. I entrusted him who was being me with the change, closed my eyes to his indulgence and I rue the very day!

Oh! Stop the bickering you old dog! When would you stop cribbing about what I did to you? Look deep inside isn’t this what you wanted? CHANGE! That red flash and that asteroid I landed from was a day inevitable. Force of nature if you may.

Let me take over and elaborate! Let them hear it from creator of the present! My version, the real version. So! Where I was? Yes, I came riding a red flash asteroid. I turned butterflies into fireflies (gave a glimpse of things to come). But the fool thought it was pure light! You see devils don’t come with brochures, interpret at your own risk. I made the trees bore berries. The geezer seemed happy and looked over. If only he would have taken a bite! You see I am the result of years of ignorance in matters he thought were Infinitesimal. I stand before you the catastrophic aggregate of this ignorance. The ground beneath, he talked about, the ones he sweared could breathe?! Well matter of fact is they actually do breathe, for beneath them lies bodies of residuals and unwanted. These trees they no more grow from nutritious water, no sir! It is the blood soaked in this earth that runs through them. The berries, as your teeth would land on its soft surface, as the pressure from your canine builds and the membrane cracks, there oozes a very thick viscous fluid that ran in somebody’s veins once. Ah! The saline taste, the feeling of content, nothing could match that! You see coincidently my favourite colour is red. World now is polychromatic in the realm of red and its shades. Flowers are now thorns; the pain they inflict signifies mortality, no more illusion of aroma. World is ashes and ashes it will be. Ground is vested with leeches. Ah! beautiful creatures the leeches. They hide like a ninja and suck the very life out of you and what more you’ll feel no pain! Calm and serene if you may. Structurally I haven’t changed much. There still is a lake where sun hides and there is still a hillock where moon vanishes. There still is a lake but it now paints the heavens red. It still sounds of violins only the ears have changed.

He was. He is no more. Instead of him I lie, I stand, I indulge. Now I stand before you staring at this razed moon and the destroyed milky way.

What’s that? Did I see a white flash? It can’t be. It just can’t be. Is it the CHANGE?