Shattered Glasses

Shattered glasses

By shakil baliyavi

Smashwords edition

Copyright 2014 shakil baliyavi

Foreword

Shattered Glasses

Chapters

Epilogue

Fore word: this story is about an orphaned boy who was born on the banks of River Ganges. The land of scholars this piece of land ever produced. Even Majority of this land worship many of them. The land of lush green orchards, yellow lucrative flowers of mustard, sugar can standing with proud, plenty of paddy and wheat and what not. But in spite of mother earth giving it’s bounty the boy was born in extreme scarcity. His coffers were empty. His kitchen had few aluminum boiling pots and stove made of soil and straws picked from the orchards as fuel. He loved his mother so he daily visited her grave in the mango orchard and dreaming.

I am presenting his dreams here is shape of short stories.

The life on the earth is not same everywhere and is not it worth knowing about the condition of people on different part of the land.

Life is a misery for some people and often it is blamed to destiny. Perhaps this is just an aid to contention. Otherwise you all know that GOD loves his creations more than the parents do. Then why will he force an innocent child to beg for a piece of discarded bread. It is a matter of thought. Destiny is what it comes through effort and not just effort but honest effort. The so called destiny always enters through the back door. Sometimes it is good luck sometimes it is awesomely hateful. And certainly it is a creation of this so called social ANIMAL. We are prone to write our destiny by hook or by crook. But those who are freak and weak by birth they lick the dust. Humanity calls to a good management of social colonies and treat everyone the same. But unfortunately this is a dream. We are born selfish. But we forget that we are born to die. My effort is always to bring muse in the social atmosphere. Although I am an engineer and am not an English laureate, you may find my way and style of writing little different from the conventional writers. But I hope you will not discard me by just seeing the name. if you read me either it is poetry or fiction or short stories you will certainly find it not only interesting but a clear message. A message that may bring your emotional nerves awake and sensitive.

You will read more about me in the Epilogue.

Chapters

Land of butterflies

The city of Dragon

The mystic River

Mystic Tides

Love conquered

High tech war

The mystic murder

The mystic ruler

The flesh eaters

The city of Jinni

The Don under sea

Ghosts on rampage

Shaken skies

Waiting

The Comet

The city of children

Spiders on rampage

Valley of serpents

The mystery behind suicide

The Hijack

The Tangerine

Behind the curtain

The city of hypocrites

The Satan on adventure

Heat in the control room

The journey

The open skulls

Shattered Glasses

Skies never descend upon and lift one to make a star

And sometimes wings are clipped that one cannot fly

Still oceans have water they never run dry. And off course

There is a power which keeps things in shape and lifts one up

And then skies bow down at the horizons to well come one

Who shows the will and never surrenders to the task uphill

And a thorny path. Success is not winning over one but losing to humanity

Qualities and appreciating the truth of life before oxygen stops to enter the lungs. He was born without a silver spoon in his mouth; rather there were no spoons at all to feed him the first life drop. But as saying

Goes the sustainer has many ways to keep one alive, so he lived and survived. Difficulties were his toys and remains of paddy fields when crop is removed were his food. He knew how he picked small left out grains from the fields and how he embraced scarcity as his destiny.

How the leaves of the trees were used to cook his food and he saw his mother struggling to lit the fire to boil the spitted grain, but humility

Could not deter him and he learned to boil the pot with limited fire and limited grain.

He was a child, yes a child but very different, toys were not his mate

And mates always hate. In this world he could barely knew his purpose of existence. He hated to make friends as friends hated him to become one. His mother died in very early age. The age when he needed love

But his heart could only know about hate, perhaps hate was only his mate. He used to go to the mother’s grave and sit under the old mango tree and think, just think and look into oblivion. As the cool breeze has no owner except god, the cool breeze sooth he and he used to close his eyes. And when eye lids cover the retina, a sneeze is obvious. He used to sneeze and as known dreams have no bar, so he dreamt and dreamt

And in every dream he saw a new world, a world different from this awesome painful world, after every dream he used to get a lease of life

For many ears this remained his practice. He used to search bowls cooked by his father and whatever he could get just quenched the fire of belly and after that he used to go the same grave same tree same breeze same sneeze and dream, just dream, here are his dreams:

LAND OF BUTTER FLIES: It is a wonderful land; a land beyond the grasp of imaginations, land of butterflies, butterflies of awesome delightful colors, awesome delightful sizes and one of the awesome butterflies is this awesome luck loser boy. So cheerful so delighted so mused a life free from all thoughts, no brain not big belly no crunch. Land is covered with layer of ice, white just white, magical colorful light. Lush and laden colored trees. And on trees all the chocolates, toffees, candy, butter slices, juicy packs pizza, burger and what not. No other animals no dogs to bite, no human beings, just butterflies, no tension of things being snatched, theft, no children to tease and kill this awesome creature.

The boy has mingled with butterflies flying, flower to flower, dancing roaming free just free. And he found a mate, a colorful tender soft cozy silky like murmur. He fell in love. A love so pure so sane so plane so dedicated so delightful. He sat with her on a tiny softy bush without nails. Playing, kissing love making enjoying. A joy which no one should have felt in life.

This land of butterflies was far away somewhere in skies and un noticed by other creatures. They boy turned butterfly was I extreme muse. Together with his female mate they had set their small but beautiful house on sweet candy tree. Every day I the big lawns of the queen butter fly there were huge celebrations. Butterflies dancing, singing and playing, Eating what they like without any currency any penny. The queen was very humble and kind, and used to contact every butterfly either big or small for their wellbeing. This land was so colorful that words are short to describe. Sun was so humble on this land that used to cast very limited light in the day and night was always glazy with the shining of stars. Perhaps stars were a bit closer than the real earth.

This land was a land of pure muse, the butterflies were safe and butterflies of one shade were acting as guards and helpers. Care was taken that no butter fly should ever get a scar. Death was no meant for the tiny creature. For centuries of their existence they were living singing and dancing.

The poor boy had got a fantastic world to live with and was in perfect muse. As their brain was limited as per their size and requirement they were unfamiliar with the qualities that normally other animals had.

Flowers used to bloom every day and during sleeping hours they used to fold. No flower was drying or dying. Each day some new buds used to appear and queen butterfly used to allocate their place. Each of the trees used to replace the item picked up by the butterflies. And above all breeze on this land was so cute and ecstatic that none of the creatures even felt to hide in some corner. Land was a canvass painted by a best ever designer who filled ambrosia of colors on this awesome place.

The butterflies were in extreme peace and so was that poor guy turned butterfly.

But as you are aware the destiny reaches where there even sun cannot reach. And surely this land had a destiny, the destiny which hides in dark, deep dark where no one can reach ever. Even the best of predictors can only predict but cannot assure any thing for sure.

And what was the destiny only time tells. When time comes ripe it unfolds everything one by one.

Time yes time sometimes cruel sometimes humble, who knows what is in store. And that’s what is called future, A future sometimes build by the self sometimes appears on self, whether one wants likes or dislikes destiny always knocks the door a day. Off course most of the future depends on deeds but sometimes destiny interferes and even good deeds are kept aside. The hands of destiny are so strong that perhaps no one can evade it.

So this land had a destiny, but what did the butterflies knew it. No never they had not enough brain to think about such great things, they knew only muse and only muse…

Destiny strikes from back door and in very mysterious way that one can never imagine. Sometimes things look so good and cozy but end turns very sad and unpleasant. Off course sometimes destiny is like a cool shower and brings exclusive joy and ecstasy. But possibilities are both.

So the destiny spread its wings on this beautiful place of butterflies, and one day all the butterflies noticed presence of a huge black shaded mystic butterfly amongst them. Some were horrified some were just surprised and some felt with numbness.

The news reached to the queen of butterflies and she was rather surprised to notice about this new migrant.

The queen had complete count of the butterflies and every new child butterfly was registered to her knowledge. She felt suspicious and summoned the mystic butterfly to her place.

The mystic lack shaded butterfly came to her with great grace and manners. She presented herself as most cultured and sensible one. The queen butterfly asked about her origin and her reason of presence in this awesome land. They were speaking in their own language. The mystic butterfly said politely, my dear queen I was flying over your land and saw a beautiful place of yours and got so enthusiastic and amazed that I thought to pay you honor and visit your land. I have brought a special kind of drink which you might have never tested before, and presented her gift to the queen.

The queen became little suspicious to taste it, but as she was a queen with solid grit and courage, she could not deny tasting it.

When the queen tested the drink she felt a very amazing feel and felt happier ever before. She thanked the mystic butterfly and asked the source of the drink.

The mystic butterfly became little stout and said, Dear queen if you allow me to live on your land I will present this drink every day.

The queen had no other choice but to agree her demand.

And the mystic butterfly made her dwelling on this land.

Most of the butterflies were very conspicuous towards her and seldom accompanied her. This mystic fly was very clever and used to talk so politely that even rocks would melt.

And as I said destiny strikes from the back door, slowly and surely she became friendly with everyone.

Once she set her foot on firm ground on this land she started her work.

And to your surprise her work was nothing but to whisper one thing here and the other thing there. She was a real whisperer.

By now the freak boy was in great muse and spending his life in extreme ecstasy. He along with his butterfly mate they gave birth to four beautiful multicolor butterflies. And everything was going very smooth.

The whisperer mystic fly started her work and off course her work went unnoticed. Her sole purpose was to ruin this land and demolish this beauty.

The beauty had been always at risk, and beautiful things need protection. Otherwise either beauty is exploited or used for selfish purposes. No one likes to dislike beauty or you say it otherwise also that everyone dislikes to like a beauty, and so the destiny entered from the back door.

The first and foremost job of this mystic fly was to disturb peace, and peace gets disturbed things my easily turn into ruins.

She whispered the little butterflies of being neglected by the queen and not treating same as that of the big butterflies.

On the other hand she whispered to big butterflies of not treating them as per their size and status.

So she hatched a wall between them and gap started to widen.

As earlier said sometimes time is very cruel, and so cruel became time this time. The queen got the message of such things happening due to the mystic butterfly. But she was so amused and ecstatic by her drink that everything went a deaf ear. The news of this mystic butterfly became the talk of the day, and gap increased to an extent that

The point of collision eventually came.

Every one of them forgot all sort of sweets and smile of little flowers and snow white land.

The beauty of land converted into a dispute of emotions, and the dispute broaden gap increased butterflies stopped mingling together and daily dance turned a chaos.

Ultimately one day against the will of the queen the butterflies pitched against each other, the poor boy turned butterfly was a large sized charming multicolored butterfly. In the evening meeting of the daily dance, a fierce battle was fought against each other.

The mystic butterfly was watching her success and smiling. The queen became helpless. She cries at the mystic butterfly: you idiot what have you done. The mystic butterfly rather cunningly replied. My dear queen it is not me but it is the ambrosia you were enjoying daily has done it all.

The butterflies battled and battled till the land was about to be ruined. In the meantime the mystic butterfly disappeared in oblivion.

Suddenly a heavy blow hit the feather of this freak weak and torn boy,

He opened his eyes and found himself near to his mother’s grave. He looked either sides and found everything same.

With heavy legs he walked to his torn house to search for something to fill his belly again.

That’s how he picked one of the broken glasses. But be prepared for the other pieces right through.

The situations had made this boy numb and he was never worried for the things to happen. He was always prepared for the worst and of course he had nothing to lose. Life given to him was already a lost world so he never knew what a loss is. He struggled through with his old father and daily they had to scratch the bowl for the last grain available to put in their bellies. The fire of belly is so awesome that one becomes ignoramus and never things of world around him. So were these two souls. Their quest was a mist full grain and nothing else. They never thought of good or bad days, seasons spring, love, breeze, chirping and musing of birds, beautiful clouded rainbows, absolutely nothing. Just grain and just grain was their quest and zest. Like a person trapped between sands only needs a drop of water.

Any way things were going as it should be and time was running on its usual speed.

The boy as said, usually go to his mother’s grave and sit under the mango tree and often talk to his dead mother. Mother are you listening me, why you left me, what mistake I did, can you tell me, please O mother come back I will arrange food for you, you will never be in trouble.

But as you know dead never speak, their flesh is melted and bones merged with soil, and soul taken over by the angel of death. So he ever remained unanswered and in the meantime the breeze through the mango leaves causes him to sneeze and then dreams appear. Dreams are only thing which no one can put a bar. And dreaming is certainly a gift of GOD free of cost, otherwise there are examples when oxygen was barred by caprices and people suffocated to dearth.

Any way when the boy went under sneeze he again lost into a dream.

The city of dragon:

Dreams are always not fascinating and enjoyable; sometimes we see dreams horrifying and really awesome to keep in memory.

Harry was the name of this boy, stout well-built muscled a young boy with qualities of a warrior.

Eric was the undisputed king of this city situated on an Iceland somewhere in Mediterranean. The city highly developed and an example of high tech advancement. The place completely fortified and every citizen having a smart tag embodied with their skin. There was no way to escape surveillance from the eyes of high tech system of Eric. It was a well-planned and well-designed city. All the buildings were on Eric’s mega screen and the activities of every citizen were monitored. Hoe ever generally Eric was never interested to interfere in the matters of the citizens but he was also scary that his business and kingdom must never be poised a risk. All across the city in periphery heavy electrical magnets were installed in a way that no plane without his permission could enter the city or take of from the city. These magnets were so designed that could block any iron containing object to enter his territory. Even any missile attack would have rendered to ashes well before entering his territory. For any king of radiation hazard he had installed radiation absorber towers all across the territory and radiations of any kind of attack could have never reached in his territorial area.