The Second : Fountain Head

Part 28: Julfiquar

The body in the wooden log hut in the Himalayan vally who let him out of the summit team was talking to a lady sage with a young boy, who will one day start towards Tengrikham of Tien Shaw mountains when the present vyasdeva will no more. He was very young and went out to collect Shila Jatu or the sweat of the rock,  lichen of moss and fungi. He come back and said mother, the time come. How do you know the lady says asked. He answered he saw two bright stars coming closure at the eastern ascerlose. Though it is not so dark. Lady said to the mountaineer busy, Sohom the time hers come to start preparing the second world, Dwitio Biswa. Without sparing any words the buy lane out with cover all, There was few wooden logs staged on a stoke, he lighted it with match sticks, the lady says threw some dust into that. Slow by the monochrome coloured smoke crossed the height of nearest pick, out person from Ranikhet saw that and opened three bullets fired on air above. A lady in Lahul spiti valley  lit another wooden stove and the smoke gone upwards. From a mosque in Kashmir,d the young moulavi saw a smoke is going upward, he shouted this is the time, few young people lit a wooden fire place and sprinkled a liquid chemical on that. A colourful smoke near kizilkurh (lake on river syrdaya) saw a smoke coming  out from deep Tien shan mountains.He told this to their village head, women of that village lit the wooden blocks and smoke generated one person working near khufu pyramids with the team of archaeologists and anthropologists. He saw a smoke coming out from the side of Kairo city, the colour of the smoke is blue. One cryptologist Mr. Bedos who is specialist in read and mean old script was coming out from the archaeological digging site shouting eureka ! eureka ! a poiece of papyrus scroll was in his hand. The person who saw the smoke showed him the dazzling blue smoke. The cryptologist Mr. Bellos saw the smoke. Looked at the papyrus scroll in his hands. Seated on a make shift chairs it broken. He fell on the sand. The boy told him isnt it very beautiful. Mr. Bellows answered I know why it is so beautiful. It is written is the Egyptian hieroglyphics in this script 3500 years ago. The time has come, he said again and fainted.  

The Scripture
      

two Drummer started playing their drums in a unknown compose in the savana grass lands of south Sudan. Slowly Masai, Swahili Bantu, kutu, Fulani, Abi simian (habsi), ibo, Eritrean and other modern primitive community village dreamers spreaded the tune throughout the Africa slowly. Few aboriginals living is a not so known little islands between Papua new ginea and Aust

ralia saw the smoke from a far island. They came out and rolled a big rock in the pacific ocean. Few whales forwarded east ward and few north ward with a unique formation and rhythm of spraying water when breathing. Few fishermen near martial island saw and lit fire  in a hip of dry palm leaves in a Howain island people such a smoke signal from a fishing traveller they started dancing with drums and keylimba music. They also lit the fire  to generate smoke. Some one in Peru near a old inka temple saw an lit fire then started gong the bell of the age old temple. Slowly entire South America, Middle America, West Indies island including bahana, barbadose, barmuda, North America including Alaska and Berring Streight, aboriginals and villagers lit the fire to smoke up. Sky of China was full of paper lamps and kites.

Baishakhi saw Shani looked at the horizon and started playing a flute. Sonai put some cloth in the arrow head and lit that, then bowed out the arrow to the sky. Slowly the Indian sub continent tribals started dancing with Madul, flute and other musical instrument and women started dancing around night fire.

Shadows of brilliant light engulfed Sonai and Shani. They were swimming in the neon shadows, Gliteh Shadows, mirror Shadows relected colours of brilliant self laminating shadow bubbles, then they found themselves in  a very colourful but lighted only by fireflys and a candle. Sanai asked Shani where are we ? Shani laughed, laughed with unbound freedom of body and mind. She sounded like sea waves This is Baser ghar, Ithak Shanko lage re marad. She gave a small pot of vermillion to Sanai. Sanai put Vermillion on the forehead of Sanai in front of the candle as witness. Fire flys were dancing a shadow densed and started dancing with another, The Squized mahna tree flowers smelled sweet, the shadows danced parallel, the waves of the ocean danced splashing on each other. Shani and Sanai melted into monochrome shadows. Then the vermillion on the forehead of Shani painted the life colourful with Sanai, they danced wash or canvas, the canvas disarranged with damp, sprays and painting with fingers, lips, eye lids, chicks torso, waist, legs, knees, feet the prayag raised, flowers thrown. The stars broke into pieces. The king cobras twisted each other so the temper of Shani and Sanai on the prehistoric walls. Nirjhover Swapno bhongo happended. The  beholding pot of elephant head beholded the elephant trunk the lightning clearly shown the elementary of the living connected with the eternity, the blue water lily or the nymphya nymphe, thoro thoro thoro kapiche bhudhar the colours felt tremor and Sahasa rajarni tarit shikhay melito bipul to assyo.

The energy of the unsteadily state box model released as loss and out put so as the box become the steady state one. The eternal peace as a peace of scarf made of deep blue sky with the jardousi work of stars and galaxies  spreaded on the dream of Shani and Sonai. The flute of creation played in the hands of nature the woman.

Christopher looked at the sky and said, I think the alpha lyra or the La Vega fallen on earth and we shall soon see her as a life Neo. NEO  agreed. He switched on the radio. Radio jocky announced, if the audience want to understood the Shoni and Shanai Shankho Lage part thn please go through poems of Rabindranath Tagore, make a small research on them and translet. Definitely audience will enjoy. Then the song selector let the beautiful song Bismillar Pagla Sanai  by Kabir Suman played. Otherwise audience was silent.