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The Ascent

Earlier …………………………… from the Mumbling Munn

The creature seemed to be approaching Shor with great alacrity.

Suddenly it was almost upon him. A creature that looked like an alien. It’s seven pairs of legs made it walk quickly towards them. It mumbled and trembled and looked as if it was going to knock him off or pick him up and throw him back down the hole.

It was his good fortune Corac was with him.


Shor felt he was being whisked away. His hands and legs were dancing in space and his head could not yet figure out what was shaking him.

Then he was catapulted in the luminescent light and he felt strange, more accurately he felt nothing at all.

He was in a limbo, a flux where time and space had no meaning, no relevance and all that mattered was that strange hypnotic light.

And then he felt snatched, “Ouch” he was brought back to his senses by something hard and pointy digging into his waist.

“Gotcha, I told you he is a Mad Pod this Mumbling Munn” Corac put him down gently.

The creature which had flung him into a dizzy space was now hoping on his various legs changing legs and speed and mumbling like a dazed out yogi.

“Come to your senses Munn, we are passing through and this young chap here is on his way to the pool.” Corac thundered.

The strange creature cocked his head (or so it seemed to Shor) and mumbled some more.

“Ah, you want to join the party?, but then you must behave yourself and not get mad often” Corac replied.

“Join us?, what for?” Shor was not sure if he wanted such strange travel mates, but then he had not much of a choice.

“Apart from no mumbling he has to keep his legs to himself and not try to toss me around” Shor tried to negotiate his term.

The Mumbling Munn mumbled some more and Corac waved Shor to proceed.

Thus when Shor fell down the hole he was alone and now he had two other companions but he wondered if he could shake them off.




He stroked his beard

His gaze distant

The look in his eyes

Barely gave away

The storm within

The sunburned skin

And a perspiring brow

The lines age had etched

On the forehead long ago

The day turned to dusk

He ruminated on

The sheep they went to sleep

The dog too lay forlorn

His master seemed far away

Reminiscing about

An era long gone

Slowly he rose

Made himself a meal

Let the stars stir his soul

And helped him weep a little

She would dance forever

In his arms she lay

And every evening he would

Pine his heart away


Un-chartered Waters

Silent torment silent screams

In the night silent dreams

The cobwebs they thrive in

Eyes that hardly weep

She looks on unwavering

Intents clear but no end in sight

She takes on the challenge

And hopes it will keep

The fires burning in stomach

The hungry embers glowing

Like the falcon eyes and setting sun

Born a curse she sometimes slips

To edges of innocence and pulls back

The un-chartered waters deep and murky

Tempt her to immerse in sinful glory

The dried up streaks of mud

Across a face so aglow with inner light

Abhorrent thoughts of un-chartered mind

Churning, milling flirting enticing

She blinks and moves on





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