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Saturday, June 19, 2010

The Dreaming


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..."


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...


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.

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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