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Saturday, June 19, 2010

The Dreaming


White.

Like a spreading wakefulness, it drowns everything in a pale blanket of the un-colour.
I see white trees, spread against a white sky, white leaves ruffling against white blades
of grass, pirouetted by an unseen wind.

There is a white hut on the valley which has white people. Their hearts bleached, they go about their routine of white mundane existence. They have white emotions; no space for tears or frowns or dimples. Are they sad? I think not; for black does not exist in this world.

The white is not snow. Its not the clouds either. This white is like an awakening;an enlightenment.Its what people having near-death-experiences see at the end of the tunnel. The brightness of it is all consuming. It seeps into the innermost recesses of everything; the stoned death-games of adolescence to the acknowledged survival acts of the elderly, and wipes it out with a sweeping wash of white. Everything is settling into a white stagnation; all sounds dissolving into a fused white static, when the first notes of discord strike.

The red first begins in the top right corner, and then slowly slithers downwards, leaving a crismon river of chaos on the way. More of it appears; its tendrils now starting to cover the remaining whiteness of existence. A drizzle of red now ensues, covering the white grass with red thoughts and slowly drenching the white skies in an smatter of red imaginations. The picture is now completely red; a picture of murder, a cesspool of unabated passion.

A clap of thunder makes me open my eyes and come back into the forest. I am drenched; just like the forest floor with decaying leaves and moist emotions. I look up to see a raven looking down at me from the lower branches of a tree. It gazes at me for a moment before leaping into the skies in a flappery of black beating wings. Did it have the same dream?

" Stupid human! He should have carried an umbrella in a weather like this!The thunder must have scared him shitless!", the raven caws, as it flies higher, reaching out to a black ink expanse of the night sky.

"At least he did not have my dream..."

11 comments:

Ratzzz said...

to each its own.. the ravens are concerned about getting wet and men about their imagination and complexities of life...

and oi, i associate rain with happiness.. don't spoil it for me.. :D

Illeen said...

White had ner seemed so black..:D missed reading ur posts..!!

how u doing?

(¯`•._.•[Raajii]•._.•´¯) said...

beautifully done. I like the imagery.

Scribblers Inc said...

@ratzz: I am a rain freak too!! :D
dont worry, if you like gettin soaked in the rain, you wouldnt mind the shivers!! :)

Illeen: girl, I am doin great! how have you been? long time!

Raaji: thanks a ton! welcome back! :)

Swetha said...

Shudder.

Meher....all out to explore..!! said...

Rain..makes me want to run outside,and get drenched in a happy way.
Rains leave me too soaked to imagine.
but i like the way you sketched an image with words.nice blog.
cheers.

sulagna ™ said...

ohhh i love the rains, i think in india its synonymous with pakoda and chai :)

and for me jus one more opportunity to style maro, pink umbrella and green chappals...your blog made me wanna get out get wet in the rains :) :)

Limpidus said...

white, black, raven, moist rotten leaves.. impressive collaboration, this. I'm reading this again.

Pooja said...

u used white 2 describe darkness n did it so skillfully.. loved the piece!

Prerna Siddharth said...
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Prerna Siddharth said...

brilliant. i have never come across such complex honesty in any blog. u got one more follower buddy!

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