Winds of Change

Winds of change blow in time’s course clear waft from an unseen end to unknown another the momentum they gather from the power the history gives, it goes on increasing ever, the direction they receive from the message the current events provide can’t be altered, the aim they read on social landscape page people delicately design can’t be changed. Civilizations blew away in the destined gale the Indus valley turned into a great desert, empires collapsed on time in the gusty squall lie scattered in archaeological sites and in art, all ordained to meet the change from the start. The mankind sheds the unwanted old grime like the dry leaves of autumn the winds sweep and bury under thick dust of the ageing time. Indomitable spirit rises from the dust deep new generations of belief and value emanate that survive as long as they can strongly defy the forces of fated change the winds generate, the strike of destined wrath time arrows apply transforming fast and invisibly the core insipid of the traditional society of integrity and unity into a new deceptive one that seems steeped permanently in intolerance and in hostility, infusing sense of change that gradually sips in, traditional concepts of living slowly recede families and relationships disintegrate within to morph into the present-day fragile breed desperately designed to meet rather blindly the demands current times make irrationally. The shape and the space of mind’s frame alters with changing pictures it holds but doesn’t know the time and the people that are constant movers displayed in the kaleidoscopic everlasting show the winds of change visibly perform as they blow. If winds of change blow too strong and abrasive everything on way crumbles beyond recognition, so savagely they gust nothing survives to retrieve the wreckage can’t be swept aside, it stays on for everything drags everything into the ruins. August 31, 2017.