It was a normal day, 66 Million years ago
Majestic Creatures were roaming on our planet
Eating, Playing, Sleeping
Living a life which was about to be cut short...
A Cosmic invader flew past the Moon silently
Intending to strike the Blue marble.
To wipe the beauty of this Fantastic world…
The invader struck the Atmosphere at impossible speeds
But, just like a Protective Mother,
The atmosphere took the Last Stand against this Invader.
It tried everything in its power to keep the invader out.
Burning the Invader with the heat of a Star
Shaving off its surface with Friction
Turning itself into a wall of fire and plasma
All to protect the Children it gave rise to,
To protect its Garden from being violently uprooted
But ultimately, The Atmosphere yielded…
It had to in the face of such a Cosmic Force
The invader struck one of the Blue Oceans.
The ocean rose impossibly high and flooded inland
Fire rained down from the heavens itself
The ground Trembled with impossible force
Magma Poured out from volcanoes clouding the Skies in dark soot
Photosynthesis collapsed, Creatures starved, silence took life’s place
The Atmosphere Sobbed…
Turning grey in the guilt of not being able to protect its children
But… when the soot cleared
When the oceans retreated
When the ground calmed down
Against all odds,
Life had prevailed
The Atmosphere although Guilt-ridden, nurtured its remaining children in an effort to rebuild the Beauty of this incredible Planet
Eventually giving rise to a bipedal creature Eons in the future
Capable of understanding the Apocalypse that had once played out
The Apocalypse that gave rise to it
And unknowingly, Sheds a Tear for all the lives lost in it….
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 11:00 AM UTC
The Brush….
The Brush that is said to be used by God themself to paint life into existence
The Brush that was passed through every being in this cosmos through the “Ether”
From the Cavemen writing their quiet story onto the walls of some unknown cave
From Aristotle in his Beautiful Thoughts to
Da Vinci’s numerous Imaginations.
From Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel to
Galileo’s First Ever Telescope.
From Newton’s never-ending quest to understand our world to
The Poets who are able to express the inner thoughts of their Soul itself.
From Photographers looking for that “Perfect Shot” to
The Graceful Movements of a Dancer on a Quiet Stage.
From a Scientist working in a Lab trying to find something that would explain it all to
A Young child who is drawing what he thinks is the picture of God.
The Brush, which is said to be the very tool that god used to paint the universe.
The very Brush that was passed down by some of History’s greatest Personalities.
The Brush that was within every peasant that had no mention anywhere at all…
The Brush that existed deep within the beautiful minds and souls of all who walked this Earth
And who knows how many more such planets beyond….
That Brush finally arrives to
You….
The cycle doesn’t end here.
No
It has only just begun
You too have the ability to use that very Brush.
That Brush, which was named “Imagination” by some and “Creativity” by others.
But no matter what it was named as…
It still exists deep within your very soul….
It is now your time to realise its existence
And use it to Paint wonders that this world has never seen before.
Before it is passed down to another being not yet even born in some far-away place…
Waiting to be realised once again….
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 12:30 PM UTC