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The stretching of fourteens,
might also be the fifteens.
As it had to ask the approval-
of the associates on board.

Green is the jewel,
Blackness can't be the justification.
As the words have worn with time-
and replaced the tides.

Anger os the ejection,
prevails in the volcanoes.
As the grasslands see the life-
and microlife on death.

A whispher of worth,
mind is judged.
Expectations to be carried-
Ignoring the successors.

No words shall exchange,
thoughts need the case.
As the creation is persuading-
to lose the potential.

Apogee, in staying;
in climbing.
In staying at the point-
After crossing the Hillary.

The odd sixty nine
when things didn't go fine.
An execution got declared-
'Muqtada-al-sadr', it uttered.

Peasant was the nourish,
violence was the theme.
Epis were the Shiites and Kurds,
who found it extreme.

Burrows were the escapes
and the life he lived.
Promulgating for fraternity-
ultimately the breathe got seized.

You are not the hero
and you can't be.
You are a lesson,
of a silent decree.

No mourns for you,
and no cries.
The day of thirty,
a hero being spied.

Being shattered are our expectations,
being ruined with time.
You will hold or memories-
with the odd sixty nine.

…

The person kept on knocking the door at the dawn in a cold morning. I was in my deep sleep and thought to ignore it. But, the loud noise was irresistible to my ears. I opened the door, finally I had to. He was about thirty-five( with a long beard ) and was very frightened. I also noticed a noise outside. He pleaded to keep him in. I quickly made him go in. Few minutes later, I was interrogated by a group of armed man. They threatened me regarding the consequences of hiding anyone from them. They paved their way and the man whom I made to enter my house did not come out until the guns were gone.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

" I am an innocent person…..er…..I was in their custody for more than three years. I was bitterly tortured; no food, no clothing, no bath- totally inhuman behavior."

"What's your name?" I asked.

" I am Joran Sigdel,…used to teach at a secondary school in Paanchthar but….they killed all my family members in front of my own eyes…" He kept on weeping.

"Who suspected them?"

"They were suspected as rebellions, I don't know who exactly killed them. Their brutally killed body parts were found after two years. They were secretly massacred….my son, a daughter and wife were killed…..They had also raped my young daughter and wife. I couldn't see either of the faces. Had I died earlier, I wouldn't have to listen this intolerable, inhuman deed."

Tears ran down his cheeks.

I asked why he was being followed. Suddenly, a loud voice (probably from a mike) was heard. It was something like " You have been covered from all sides. Come out and save your life otherwise we will throw bombs on you…." We helplessly went like out a mouse being requested to get trapped. I could easily notice their dress and the way they acted. They began to beat Joran with boots and guns. One of them was loading his gun. Joran was bleeding from his mouth. I was ther as a silent spectator, being surrounded by those evils. A soldier fired six bullets from his automatic weapons and there was a complete silence for few seconds.

"Don't tell anyone about this incident otherwise we know how to treat you and your best friend."

All of them had gone. They also carried the dead body of Joran but blood was till fresh. It was showing the earth- the mother earth- the condition of her child. I sat lonely there for sometime. What did I do ? A man dies or say brutally killed in front of me, just few yards away. I couldn't do anything. His world has disappeared. Although he lost his family, he wanted to live- to tell his story to the world. The conversation we had for ten minutes depicted the whole scenario of our nation. Here many Jorans are captivated and encountered in a dark moment of time.

Few days after this incident, I heard an unexpected news regarding the death of a terrorist called Joran. Oh God! , I was the eye-witness and knew the reality of Joran and his family. No any human rights activists, reporters had access to such sort of incidents. Life is valuable to you; as well as me. I thought of - not decreasing my life balance as I was scared of the tragic death; the one Joran had acquired.

The next day, I had to go to a remote place of our nation, yes… Paanchthar itself. I thought of knowing the reality by my secret investigation. When I arrived, Joran's village, villager seemed really terrified. School was also closed, the same school where Joran used to teach.

"Who are you and why did you come here?" an elderly woman asked me with furiousness.

"I am just a journalist, self-minded journalist…came from valley…"

"You seem like my younger son who is now in rebellion. Elder one died in an attack one year ago. Two daughters have also been abducted by armed forces from school."

"School! Isn't the school closed ? Who closed it, dear mother?"

"…rebels and armed forces had a fierce cross-firing. Since then, school administration is hesitating to open school citing the insecurity to students."

"Do you know Joran, a teacher of this school?"

"Joran…" her eyes widened.

"Where is Joran? Do you know him ? Tell him his mother…is looking for his arrival."

"Are you Joran's mother ?"

( I as totally broken. I didn't know what to say. She went on telling about Joran's childhood, about his fonds and dislikes, his dedication to work… I just looked at her eyes. She must be in her early sixties. Her eyes were deep, watery and black. I thought of the consequences if I mistakenly tell everything about the person whom she loved more than her own son. )

"No, but he was the most close friend of my younger son Baibhav. He had a nice family but all of them suddenly disappeared ( around ) two years ago. I thought- Joran would really have a nice mother in this world even if his own mother had departed. Really, a mother's love can win everyone's heart, alter anyone's mind and help in engraving a new fortune as well as future.

I just returned back the next day. My mind was completely disturbed. I met Nisha, my best friend after arriving in valley.

"Pooja, where were you that long?" she interrogated.

" I am really undergoing a difficult time Nisha. My recent days have taught me the true meaning of life and bitter reality of death. "

"Oh…o…! have you read Shakespeare's novel eh… You are giving me literary explanations…."

"Please Nisha, I have got no time for joke - I am tensed, damn it?"

"I am really sorry, Pooja. Share with me what is undergoing with you."

"………………………………………………………………………………………"

"Ohh, then why didn't you seek help from human rights activists?"

"How can I…? Thay won't leave me alive if I tell the truth. Noone knows the grief and sorrows Joran faced."

"So Pooja ! You have lost all your morality and humanity. Didn't you use to tell me to pave the right path - the path of truth during injustice? If you really are my best friend, you must think for millions of Nepalese. Please, tell the truth to the world. Display the situation of Nepalese brothers and sisters."

" I f you want me to do so, I will do it for you - for my Nepalese brothers and sisters and for everyone else - even if my heart leaves to beat."

The next day I called up a press conference and told all the facts of Joran and his family. I urged human rights activists and concerned organizations to investigate the matter.

The next morning, I was abducted and taken to an unknown place. I was severely beaten.

Now, they are trying to shoot me. No, No, No… I can't see this.

"Don't kill me, please. I love my life."

The bullet left the gun and I woke up suddenly at my house.

Was this a dream? I don't think so since it is the bitter reality of our nation where injustice captivates freedom. The useless government snatches one's right and separates innocents from their families. Only "ordinances" are brought out but they themselves are out of order. Royal government has allowed rebels and armed forces to clash. These all ruthless, chameleon like ministers are destructing the sovereignty of the nation. Real Jorans are pleading for life but there is no record of such encounters. They are all termed 'missing.' Whole villages are captured by rebels but still the nonsense term of 'election' has been brought out.

Children who must have pens and copies in their hands are now detonating bombs. One doesn't know the destination prescribed by the God. But, it is not an impossible task to innovate the seeds of peace in abstractness.

Let's work - for a new day.

- for a new millennium of peace.

- for peace,

and complete stability.

The first page of his diary read the lines :

…Not only the pouring,

When days go scorching-

She picks up her weapon,

her dark, torn umbrella…

He was really creative, he gained much appreciation for those works.

It was a cold, chill morning in a small apartment at London. Professor Edward Hansley was still busy in his research papers. He was still astonished by the activities of Aikel. Aikel was his student; and also a teacher of Supernaturalism.

Professor Hansley had studied the supernatural case with Aikel. He wanted to know what went through Aikel's sister Eizel. Eizel was a young girl in her late teens; the professor was struggling to form a research paper. Finally, on May 17 th, 1991- Professor Hansley presented his paper in presence of entire staff including Aikel and distinguished media personnel. The title of the research was- " He Was Not Alone."

"Human life is bound with a vicious circle," Aikel used to say. Inspite of being in his teen age, his thoughts were peculiar and worthless as termed by the ignoramus. Aikel was, although deceived by thenature. He was alone in a cottage, atop of a hill as his parents died when he was learning to speak. He had also a sister - Eizel who never returned back after a journey to maternal uncle's home. Aikel found atudies as a necessity and by replacing the house-hold wealth for his knowledge; he established himself as an independent persona when he was twenty.

There was no time for Aikel to think about the dead family. He didn't havea faith on trueness, god and beauty. He admired his work and was solely devoted to it. He begun teaching at the Brushorn University as a "Thematic Supernaturalism" teacher. The students were happy to see his knowledge on supernatural powers as it was a subject of great interest for them. Aikel never gave a chance to students for cross-questions. He was not sociable enough and remained indoors. People even used to say that the doors and windows shake along with lightening and a roar comes up every night- exactly at the midnight. This news spread in various places and people tried to find out the cause behind it. One day, a lone person went Aikel's house in late night. Suddenly, he saw Aikel with another shadowy structure. They were both floating in the air. He suddenly screamed and ran out of the cottage. But, on going down the hill he saw Aikel with a sharp, shining knife. That person suddenly got the cut at his neck and transformed into evil spirit.

The whole town couldn't recover the body of the person. Many people began shifting their accommodations because of the inner fear. Aikel was then, in the wanted list of administration. But, on searching the cottage, nobody and nothing else was found. "Everyone who wanted death are being killed" a big board had these lines. The letters inscribed showed pure blood. There was not even a single photograph, foot-marks or finger-prints and evidences suggesting Aikel even ever existed. Police also searched the private room of Aikel at Brushorn University. They were able to find a dark red clothing which had enclosed ashes and a small skull. The university also claimed that ll the male students of Aikel were missing. Nobody knew what might be the cause and what was going to happen next. The skull, which was of the girl, was identified as the missing sister of Aikel. She had gone missing quite a long time ago. She had an affair with a boy who refused to marry her, knowing she was pregnant. She didn't do any abortion and saw the hatred of the society. She was living with Aikel , then after. Suddenly, she disappeared. Many people even said that Eizel, the identified girl as sister of Aikel, even blackmailed the boy whom she loved and urged him to marry her and warned about the consequences as well.

Police again recovered thirty-seven more skulls from a ditch near the university. Those were suspected to be of the missing students. Aikel was now terrifying the entire place and his arrest had become a must. He went on killong only the male ones, but why? Aikel was now in a graveyard of Crampshore; weeping by kneeling on his legs. A shadowy structure was convincing him.

"Brother ! We are doing what we can but we couldn't find that boy who betrayed me and even plotted for my killing. He was the one who threw me off a hill. He called me one day to Crampshore and told, he would marry me. He told me to close my eyes and suddenly, I lost this golden life. But my soul is still unsatisfied and seeking revenge.I will…"

Aikel told that he would not leave a single bone of that boy if he finds him. Eizel even said that she had lost belief upon boys and male, in particular as they are "selfish and simply sex-oriented." Aikel made a lasting silence and they both laughed bitterly.

These all discussions were diminished in the air. Aikel and Eizel wanted the destruction of masculine gender. They killed hundreds of people without mercy. But one day, they both noticed the same boy in a discotheque of Yiernberg. They punished him in such a way that his flesh, blood, bones were segregated and every organ was clearly visible. Then, their revenge was over, but their aim was to wind up the male society.

One day, police made an unexpected search at Aikel's house. It had now become old and full of cobwebs and dust. All other things were same except a half completed painting of Eizel. The police were astonished to see that Aikel was lying in a corner with closed eyes and motionless body. The chief of police shook the body but it was hard like a stone but the nerve impulses indicated he was alive.

The doctors were in dilemma of such a situation, they never faced in their life. Only a supernatural power now could restore his life. Suddenly, in the ICU, a black shadow was making an escape through entire body of Aikel. It knelt, cried for a while and mingled in eternity. Aikel, then opened his eyes and told about his sister and the entrance of soul in his body. This all had created such a disaster in society. He resumed his work and this time he was not alone.

There were mixed feelings about Aikel and his sister Eizel. Some assumed the research of professor a complete wastage of time, whereas some claimed the work fabulous.

On June 1st,1991, Professor Hansley was going through some other lines of his poem :

…

She wears that umbrella,

which has seen a lot of rain -

which has faced a lot of storm -

which has turned things around…

Suddenly, he felt the presence of someone else, someone who was not physically present, but was yet existing. The professor had already seen the photo of Eizel. A shadowy structure knelt for a while and wept bitterly. Professor asked the reason of coming of Eizel. She was also holding an umbrella, a dark, torn umbrella.

Professor Hansley was also murdered brutally. When police reached the incident, they heard a prolonging laughter. The whole world assumed that professor was killed by soul of Eizel. But, I knew the reality. I was the gene of professor.

My father had extra-marital affairs. He was a widower. When he saw my mother Angela at a party, he had tender love with her. But, my mother was already married with Biarseye but she wasn't happy with relation. They didn't have any children, either.

The last pages of diary had these lines…

…By now, Biarseye must have died. I dialed Biarseye .

"Hello ! This is Biarseye. Professor, please come here. Angela just committed suicide." ...

That night Biarseye came to my house. My father and Biarseye had a lot of discussion. Some time later, Biarseye shot my father but was also killed shortly by the soul of Aizel.

My father loved Aikel as he was a genius student. The last lines of his poem had these lines for Eizel.

The eyes meet at dwelling,

Where there is a nice caring.

The drops kiss the skin,

falling from the dark umbrella.

She hopes everything -

To go all right.

She observes the rainbow -

She sees her life.

The mud beneath,

Is trapping her feet -

her umbrella, her companion,

her only couch to sit.

2099 A.D. Iskonub island : Aucktuba :

Seyopnus was a beautiful city lying at the heart of Iskonub island. There lived a person called Meosaril Trunhan in a cottage. He could have been wealthy, had he not spent all money in genetic research and ageing problems. He was secretly planning for finding the solution to ageing effects. He hated being old with those odd wrinkles, weakened voice, loosened teeth, loathsome body figure. He wanted to prove that "as life initiates with genomes, it must have a role in bringing the old age" and he wanted to cheat death. He recalled his past three decades which he had spent in his highly facilitated laboratory. But, how could he deny death ? The only way he realized was to make alterations in the gene factor of people. He knew that certain genes in human body get fatigued by time and promoted human to death.He wanted to be extraordinary; the only alive person in the world; the only immortal person. He also wanted to keep this idea away from other people. He knew death has to occur in order to balance the state of the earth. He was about ot complete his research. He had almost reached his success by developing an anti-ageing psycho-neural vaccine.

2099 A.D. Zelegor island: Navemba :

Zelegar island was the birthplace of Meosaril. He went to visit the tombstone of his wife, who died in an air-crash. Meosaril was afraid of death. He thought that human life initiated with the fusion of natural chemicals and those chemicals would destroy again. This is the law of nature. But, he wanted to rule the nature. He was shocked when he saw the smashed faces, the blood-flow and his wife lay beside motionless. He didn't cry because it would hamper his determination. Meosaril had developed the vaccine and he knew that once he injected it in the body; he would get untiring, restless immunity. No diseases, no grievances. " Now, I am going to enjoy the world, enjoy the beauties," he thought. But, he didn't know what the constellations had decided. Not only his dreams, but the fate of whole world was to be determined by cosmology.

2099 A.D. Mars Colony : Desambur :

Aliens were much smarter people. They have outwitted the earth-people. Their vast scientific network had connected with us. A Mars colony was set up by the earth representatives. It took just 27 hours for a complete Sugulo-spaceship flight to board on earth. The head of state of Mars was an alien called Pruntaz. He was the leading scientist and was dealing with trades to people of Titan and Jupiter. Suddenly, one day the news of sun becoming the "red giant" spread. the rotation of planets became to randomize. The people had thought that the universe was contracting and accommodating everything converting itself to a black body. Each and everything entered it, never to return.

3000 A.D. : Unidentified cosmos :---

Meosaril was alive. He could even change the optimum velocity of black body. He was there, in something, in a very strange place. He couldn't hear any sort of sound. He tried to speak, all in vain. He wasn't thirsty, nor hungry. He knew he gad his last meal some five days ago. His vaccine might have been metabolically yielding synthesized non- toxic oxygen inside his body which is keeping the brain and body alive. Suddenly, he saw a lady; dressed in a purple night-gown approaching toward him. He realized that she was his dead wife. He wanted to talk a lot about his achievement and how much had he missed her. She touched Meosaril and he came in motion; his body began to function. They had a kiss; so gentle and so charming that other souls were envy. It wasn't late for Meosaril to realize that he was in a hell, a damn place of souls. Then, was he dead ? He couldn't understand anything; or was it a wicked trick ?

"Tell me, why I am brought here, who the hell bastard brought me here", he yelled. Suddenly, a female laughter came into existence. She was his wife, with another man. The other man was none other than Pruntaz, the alien leader.

" You are alive, believe yourselves Meosaril, you are in Mars," he said.

Krontonogz: Mars colony:----

Now, Meosaril had known that he hadn't lost his wife. Rather, his wife had betrayed him. Pruntaz and Meosaril's wife Symsona had a deep love since the spaceship of Mars landed nearby Symsona's parents' house. First, she was frightened with the green and blueish spark produced by the spaceship . Gradually, she went inside it and found a handsome alien, Pruntaz. She couldn't communicate with him, so she ahd to wear translating gadgets in order to understand. With the pace of time, she found herself enjoying his company. Then one day, Symsona's parents decided for her marriage with Meosaril. Symsona had to agree because she couldn't make her parents upset and she thought she would try to forget the ex-lover.But, Pruntaz was in tender love with her. so, he planned to make a false accident making Symsona 'dead' in the eyes of the earthians. He then, took her away far into Mars colony where they were living happily until they knew about Meosaril's research. They knew that they will have to depart from this world, sooner or later. They desired to steal the vaccine which Meosaril had developed. But, before they could do it, Meosaril had injected himself and had become immortal. So, Pruntaz had to threaten the earthians telling thje sun was about to being a 'red giant.' He had then quietly, taken Meosaril inside a black body. Martians could easily escape out of that sort of thing and he wanted him to lie there forever, seeking the death. But, Symsona wanted that vaccine. So, she deliberately made Meosaril escape to the Mars colony.

3000 A.D. : Iskonub island : Mark

Seyopnus was as beautiful as before. The only difference was - Meosaril was there to develop two more vaccines, the immortal making vaccines. He was hypnotized by a Martian there in Mars colony. He had to do what he shouldn't have been doing. He became successful to develop two ant-ageing vaccines, which were to be handed to Pruntaz; the alien-leader and Symsona. But, Meosaril wasn't happy at all. He wanted to die before handing over those vaccines. He had become conscious towards overall truth of nature. One has to die, sooner or later. Meosaril wouldn't die as he had maximum immunity level. He desired extinction, but couldn't achieve it. He remained weeping, he still weeps; just go and see rain pour through cumulonimbus clouds.

Henry Hughes had a friend called Jonathan. Their intimacy was in all aspects. They were seen together and shared their feelings as well. On 25th December, 1969 G.L Hughes underwent a cardiac operation. But the destiny had prescribed death for him. Due to certain infection in his heart, he had to bid farewell to the physical world. Then after, Henry had to look after the whole business affairs of his father. He appointed Jonathan as his business associate. They both reached to the new heights of success in their business.

But Jonathan had different views about money. He wanted to be the sole controller of whole business. He had tried many times to kill Henry. He had poisoned his food several times. Henry was shot at various instances. He was even thrown atop a hill. But, he survived. The main reason of jealousy was Clarea Jones, whom Henry admired. Clarea and Jonathan had been friends since childhood. Henry had met Clarea during the business management studies at Walpole University. they soon became friends and developed a quite nice relation.

Jonathan couldn't forget the day when Clarea told she won't accept him as her life partner. Then one day, the main business firm of Henry's company ABZM caught fire. The dreams that Henry saw got smashed with it. Henry was no more a billionaire. He had no power, no status in business dealings. In spite of all these, Clarea assisted Henry to overcome such a loss. She financed his company.

Gradually, Clarea helped Henry uplift his economic status. They also got married secretly. Clarea had no one close to her except Henry. He had made her tears convert to sweet smiles. He had made her know the true meaning of life. But Henry was a victim of malignant brain tumor. He knew he wouldn't survive for a long time. So, he wanted enjoy the colors of life by making other cheerful. Jonathan didn't know how much his friend Henry admired him. Henry assumed that Jonathan wouldn't ever betray him. But he was wrong, absolutely wrong.

One day, Jonathan persuaded Henry to go for a mountaineering adventure campaign. Henry agreed and took his wife Clarea along with him. Their destination was the base camp of world famous peak Mt. Everest. These three people had come to Nepal for the first time. The Himalayan kingdom fascinated them a lot. But who knew Henry would achieve the consummation of life at this very place.

It was a great sense of joy for Henry to have skiing through the base camp. Jonathan had hired a personal helicopter and was himself an efficient aero-nautical engineer. He quietly took Henry above the Khumbu glacier and stopped it at Hillary point. Hillary point was a breathe-taking beauty. The steepness was quite difficult to measure through footsteps but at times was a paradise for nature-lover. Their plan was to ski through this point to the base camp in a single day.

First three hours of the adventure were awesome, but challenging. The helicopter was trailing Henry. Suddenly, Jonathan took an automatic revolver and shot Henry at the temple. Henry slide down and an avalanche justified his extinction. When Clarea heard about Henry, her tears knew no limits. She was now lonely. She had taken Henry as the basis of her life. She tried to kill herself but Jonathan stopped her. He told that he had tried hiss level best to recover the dead body of Henry.

There is a fate of everyone in the world. The only thing is that it can knock into your life at any instant. Henry wasn't dead. He was found shivering with cold by a Sherpa couple of Namche. They took Henry to their residence, treated him with herbal extracts and cared in sense of humanity. Henry was there for almost seven months. He hadn't even shaved his face. His long hair and grunge looking physique astonished the Sherpa community. Many blamed him to be the trader of Yarchagumba. He was taken to Kathmandu for investigation. When Nepalese police knew the reality, he was sent off to his hometown Ccillii Bay.

When Henry entered his house, he couldn't believe his eyes for the first time. He saw Jonathan sitting with his wife Clarea. They both stood up and were astonished to see Henry. By then, Henry began to know the reality. The reality that they both were married, the reality that Clarea and Jonathan had betrayed him. Henry became furious and rushed out of the house. After few seconds, the whole house was detonated. Everything shattered into ashes. Henry enjoyed that day laughing at his success.

He had already known about the affairs between Jonathan and Clarea. He had kept explosives at each and every corner of the house. He was not meant for betray. He was psychologically disturbed. Among the ruins of the house, a burnt page was found which had these lines :

Once,

For a while

You assume!

You have claimed the world,

You have claimed the world,

You have achieved the consummations.

But,

The next moment,

Shatters your thoughts,

Those imaginations,

Are all lost.

Close,

To your realizations,

Are your beloved,

The same is the matter,

Admire or,

Deprive your unconsciousness.