Laranskan Epic

Irenium

Irenium is going to be a Laranskan Epic. Laranskan epic does not follow any epic tradition of World Literature since it defines best of human virtues such as courage, bravery, love, care, compassion, loyalty, friendship, fellowship of humans and all that is the best of humanity not in terms of slaughter, brutality or blood shed.

Not only that it does not take the view that a scheming class of gods up there somewhere in Olympus are bent on destroying humanity nor does it take the view that fate is another scheming force that wants to destroy humanity.

This epic begins, though, very closely from where the Finnish epic Kalevala ends. Kalevala is most probably the only epic where the hero is a magician; for he is a poet, for he is a musician, for he is a singer and only he knows how to sing the magic of life, living and the Universe from beginning to the end and end to the beginning.

Humanity in Laranskan epic is the bubble in the hold of the Universe and it blooms by aspiring and achieving this momentary equilibrium with the outer Universe and blooms in a momentary exuberance with its infinite splendours and become the single flower astonishment in the tree of the Universe.

Laranskan epics do not subscribe to the views of the Market that says that the rotten conducts and behaviours that the zoo animals of us are forced to bring on in the name of humanity is natural human behaviours or conducts. These are not natural human behaviours but desperate conducts of desperately poisoned and desperately dying animals.

Opening of Irenium

How shall I begin this tale of a tall order?
A tale, tell me muse, of magnetic magnificence?
And of misguided judgments born of stupidity?
That, without any heroes or villains, brought
Un-chartered chaos, doom and destructions;
Blood, famine and deaths of all kinds and forms
To the people of Irenium who knew of magic
Yet forgot the alphabet that wrote its code
To the beautiful bounteous lands skies and oceans.

Irenium! Tell me muse, what the name means
To the vastness of the space infinitum on which
She floats like a spellbinding emerald aquamarine
And blue: Irenium! The wonder of wind and aqua
Magical response of oxygenated lights and seasons

In an windless infinite void and thick stretched out
Darkness, Irenium floated as a she peacock always
In her attire and sapphires dazzling the heavens!

Irenium the land where shadows spoke of lights
And where darkness bore the children of lights

Yet, tell me muse, where shall I begin this tale
While my hear trembles in a combined pulls of
Sadness, sorrows and an overwhelming awe?
Where shall I begin this tale? Tell me Muse,
Touch me with your enlightened wings and
Tell me, teach me where and how to begin?

Beneath the high altars and citadel of heavens
Sprang this multidimensional and multitudinous
Vast void infinitum covered in thick impenetrable
Darkness that is the infinite womb of the universe
Where things and nothing life and its music form
Of a nothingness out of darkness that Irenium
Called space that was how the magic of motion
Started to roll out in a whirlwind of openings

The infinite dark void pressed the centre of
Nothingness with infinite pressures, force
Where speed sparks and it became solidas
Into a shining darkness thicker than anything
That existed. It carried on moving outward
In all directions leaving spread out space and
Objects were released and things began appearing

Stars form with their systems planets and
Their orbits and moons and their weather
Galaxies formed with billions of stars with
The razzmatazz of funfair of lights and fireworks
Galaxillations formed where stars formed
Their constellations and there was the triad

Space time and motion all linked together in a
Mathematical marry go round three goes
Hand in hand taking everything along

So the black hole unfolds the space and
New galaxies and stars are born as they die
At the same time and it seemed each galaxy
Keeps a black hole in their breast as core
That releases space out creating more stars
And everything thus is in outbound motion
Perpetually expanding like objects-lights

On this scheme of things Irenium found herself
Forming a part of Milky Way Galaxy where roam
About 400 billions stars forming a firefly network
And among which Irenium's tiny star belonged
That procured the magic of the perfect location
For life: heat, lights, waves, weather, rays and seasons
On which Irenium was the most blessed for she
Was the radiant receiver of the just amount of all

Of lights, heats, fires and water, winds and rays,
Weather, seasons and wind: all in a blissful mix
To furbish and further life and living that was
The most beautiful space in the vast infinitum
The Irenium she was, if my muse tells me right.

And this epic is where she is the song, of which,
I will have to waltz about my Muse till she gets
Me the power and skills to deliver, I will weave
The strands where humans form the topaz of lights

Here, there are no heroes who exalted in physical
Might and become high on the order of their murders
There are no villains nor there are any conspiring gods

Here we are on the radiant aqua-emerald Irenium
Our heroes are liberate and we sing an epic for the
Time that catapults us towards the expanse of heavens
We are just beginning the tale: sit deep and sip the lire
This is the song of sure lights and phosphorescence
Photons' march past: no bloods nor killing or violence
Will ever darken our imagination to create heroes

Lights is beauty defined yet darkness in no evil spread
Our pure joy is to elaborate each with the other to hoist
A joys' fountain without destroying the hibiscus plant
Nor do we need to darken lights to brighten the dark
Or kill the swan of dark to issue a dead sprung light-bulb