Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Coloured Water


Sometimes a burst of colour seems more important than life itself. When the darkness suddenly descends one night, and the city-lights camouflage that essential darkness. When the cars whiz by reminding us of our pedestrian existence. What sad thoughts the lonely mind has at that moment. Sleeping pills or a nostalgic noose?

Stop then and think, she says. Stop and cry for the dead departed who cannot see that sudden gush of red,orange or purple. How stupid is tungsten and neon to illuminate that which cannot be illuminated, that begs for the sly shadows of the night? There must be interplay and intercourse between shadow and shadow, heat and dust, life and death,light and anticipation,laughter and tears. There in the tragic moment of reversal lay the greatest laugh.Senile old man, what picture do you take?

In the orange certainty of my last epiphany, when the cruellest month of April tried to take away my last breath and choking gasping dryness siezed my throat in an eternal yet temporal thirst...I turned to water.

There in the face of darkness I saw splashes of light.
An elusive fountain of lost longing.

Coloured water.

6 comments:

Anurima. said...

let's have a wine coloured life, shall we? someday, someday soon.

AUROBOROS banerjee said...

its amazing how the tinted spurts of stolid ooze can have Richterscale ramifications in this "pedestrian existence" we call life.
from the white that celebrates and nurtures joyous natality, to the earthy brown that sticks to us like confetti, .....a nativity reminder, to the terminal crimson, opulent, rich, gaudy........yet diseased.

we sooooo need to have a shanto, staid, deshi tometo/kumro'r sauce coloured life.......onek to hole dreaming 'bout the oyster sauce that never was our's to begin with.

Nimo said...

Ahona what I like best is your ability to write long posts that are absolutely gripping, intriguing ...stunning.

Most can write elaborately.... few manage to grip the reader.

You are overwhelmingly talented young lady.

Baudolino said...

There must be interplay and intercourse between shadow and shadow, heat and dust, life and death,light and anticipation,laughter and tears.You, my adored one, can write like Plato at times. Read Phaedo. Says more or less the same thing in the beginning of the dialogue.

ahona said...

@ anu; yes.

@auroboros; ki je bolish?

@nimo; :)

@nilanjan das; What do you mean "read Phaedo"? Don't you know how to talk to individuals?It is one thing to appreciate a piece of writing, another to praise it, but why must you be so condescending? Lessons in Plato, eh? Go read it yourself, and I advise you to change your attitude.

Madhuri said...

beautiful, the colors of want, summer is upon us!