Saturday, August 22, 2009

Death, My Mother...

The following story is inspired by looking at the above painting... Its a Salvador Dali called “The Persistence Of Memory”
It was actually a College assignment, which I really found to turn out satisfactory. I have experimented with the genre of Surrealism for the first time. I dunno how succesful I have been with Fantasy. I leave the judgement upto you. Even if it manages to touch your Heart for minutest of second, I guess I will have achieved my goal.
Enjoy...

The Rose…

…Was Red. Crystalline Red. Under the penetrating rays from the moonlight, she became a prism… Mélange of colors shone on her surface like iridescent dewdrops. But she had a sad beauty about herself… As if her soul was withering under the deceptiveness of her glowing façade. Her appearance resembled…

…The Heart…

…Which was beating fast, really fast. Excitedly fast… Anxiety pregnant with expectation pumped in and out from it, confusing everything, and explaining it at the same time. Answers got answered without knowing the question and questions without answers formed and dissolved like frankincense. It did not see, it could not see. It only felt. And what it felt explained everything… Everything that needed to be known about that face. That face which could be discerned behind the empty darkness of…

…The Moon…

…Which was a small crescent on the indigo surface of the day… Like a sparkling rim of a celestial goblet. Amethyst in colour. What was it about beauty? How could it enchant and mesmerize a person, without even giving it a reason to understand what it felt? How can anything be allowed so much freedom to exploit a heart with its beauty, without once thinking about the dilemma of…

…The Mind…

…Which was emptily full. Like a soulless body. Like an unstrung guitar. Like a timeless clock. Voices echoed in it, voices of the memories. But no faces appeared in front of its eyes. Nobody could be seen, nobody could be felt. Only a sensation existed. A sensation of that someone known long before, or known for eternity. But someone, who could not be recognized… Someone who could not to be seen… Just as sight dims under the glare of…

…The Sunlight…

…Which glinted off mischievously on the surface of the beach. Meanwhile his innocence was being robbed off. Slowly, he was disappearing under the gossamer folds of dark veil of the night. His only savior was the silver-blue crescent of moon. She was the only thing which appeared to sympathize with his agony… Nobody else paid attention to his plight. Like a drowning man, it grunted fading gasps of light appearing and disappearing in quick succession. Sometimes hopeful, sometimes grim. The darkness was quickly gaining victory though; criminally erasing all traces of his existence ray by ray. What can one do in the time of despair? Can one go against the laws of nature and break barriers? Can one cross the threshold of impossibility and blow against…

...The Wind…

…Which was flowing in full gusto, like a river without meanders, like electricity without obstacles… Such bursts billowed against Its clothes and blew them away, immolating them in the darkness. Denuded, It stood silently, watching Its mind, and listening to Its heartbeats. It tried hard, but could not recollect. Could not put the finger on that name amongst the hazy rush of fading away memories. It caught hold of Its hair and shrieked aloud. Everything was getting lost. Going away. Sifting like…

…The Sand…

…Which was trickling away, streaming together, joining particle by particle to thread into each other. Those interweaving locks caught each other and slowly, second by second integrated to form the Face. Seeing it…

…The Eyes…

…Flicked open to the realization. Scared and Sibilant. For a moment everything was still. Then realizing the full gravity of seeing that face…

…The Feet…

…Started moving. Step by step. Each move a meditation. Each step taking an eternity to complete. Seeing It move like that, all stopped. What remained of the universe was Its feet moving towards the ocean and a Face, which had formed on the sand, but was glowing Its eyes. Seeing this…

…The Tempest…

…Churned itself into a whirlpool of thoughts and memories. Slowly, it gathered everything under its folds, catching all, leaving none. None except for the Rose. Which started wilting, as his decayed soul broke through the cocoon of his crystalline facade. And also…

…The Ocean…

…Which beckoned It to him. Seduced It, called It into his arms. And the feet carried on. Without care. Without concern. Just following the eyes. Which saw the face. On the sand. Reflected from the sky. From the hollow disk of moon. Which was slowly amalgamating into the bleak orb of jaded sun. And at the moment of their union there rose…

…The Light…

…In the sky. Like the spiral of Kundalini life-force. While the feet kept on waddling through the water; he reached the heavens and broke the spell of darkness. And from the fire of such a celestial conjugation, there arose the phoenix… Of life. Of hope. Of memories. And then many things happened at the same time…

Just as The Rose, wilted completely, The Waves broke over each other and claimed It. Its feet kept on walking till The Tempest reached the sky and met with The Light.

And suddenly all was darkness…

Or was it too much of light???

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Whatever it was… It was peace. Full. Completing. For I saw her face again. Shining in the union of The Dark and The Light.

I remembered whose face it was…

It was my Mother’s… … … …

1 comment:

ali shahbaz said...

dat is awesemmmmmmmmm.... hats off..... u made me go in2 anotha world... seriously.... :)