Revisiting ‘The Third Level’ by Jack Finney

Past is an excellent place to visit, but certainly not a good place to stay. The Third Level by Jack Finney is an engrossing story set in the 1950s. The story is studded with many undertones of irony. It takes you back in time, in a world when people hadn’t seen two of the bloodiest wars in the history of mankind. It goes without saying that people find it hard to come to terms with the ups and downs of everyday life. At times, people tend to hallucinate things. These hallucinations end up providing some transient relief from the trials and tribulations of life. Continue reading “Revisiting ‘The Third Level’ by Jack Finney”

Alsamt (Silence)

Lips stitched
tongues flipped
It’s painful
The violence,
But even more so,the indomitable silence

Blood, tears, and coffins
All of these have been seen quite often
Never-ending, much like a vicious circle
A single hit, and all of our wounds turned purple

As all of us wept
A giant boulder was kept
On our shoulders
And none among us could bear its weight
All of us, once again, just sobbed and wept
After a few among us had ‘slept’

Shattered glass,
Countless broken shards
Greet us, as we make our way into the valley
All of us gather to crosscheck the tally
As silence engulfs the vicinity
It’s all pervasive
The violence,
But even more so the indomitable silence

Not long ago, we were told
That people hold love in their heart
Right to the core
But it breaks my heart to know
That the world runs on war

All of it is never-ending
The violence,
But even more so the indomitable silence…

Life Cycle…

To whom does this body belong?
I don’t know whose body is it
It’s the same old story,
be it night or day

I seem to have forgotten the world
or has this world forgotten me?
my mind is running riot; I’m baffled
From where is this smog rising?

My mind seems to be flooding with forgotten memories
I don’t remember anything
It’s a flood of broken memories
I seem to be losing my mind

What are these memories turning me into? (A hideous, crimson monster)
I can’t escape
I’m losing myself
It is a nightmarish dream
that keeps haunting me while I sleep

I see my body lying motionlessly in an ocean of grief
All my words are lying in disarray right in front of my eyes
Hollow bodies, fragile and mortal
Floating aimlessly like dead weights

Our bodies are wilting away like dead leaves
Exhausted, depleted, and lost
I vanish into thin air
To return, in another form…

 

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Watch Sajjan Singh Rangroot for Diljit Dosanjh’s Powerful Performance…

Diljit Dosanjh is back, this time as a Sikh sepoy fighting the Germans in WW1. Fighting a war and laying down your life for the sake of your motherland is considered the highest sacrifice. But, the question that arises is: Would you sacrifice your life for the very people who colonized you?

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