"The night was young and he was drunk, wandering in the
darkness, looking for North Star to position him at the edge, to save him from
falling over, but where the star was, for dark night had other plans for him. It
was seducing him slowly to commit unknown. Isn’t it an adventurous feeling to
enter into woods without knowing how to get out and remain lost for ages?
As anticipated he did fall over and is wandering ever since,
it is often a matter of that moment when you realize you are about to fall,
your sense telling you to step back but your sixth sense encouraging to jump,
for you always wanted to fly.
He saw himself falling with the flow, smoothly, no turbulence
at all. You do not feel being hit until you actually hit the ground. It happened
same way. It was as rocky a surface as hard it could get. Tossed around as if
pieces of droplet, one that had started journey expecting to taste the sea, but
realities are often different then one imagines them to be. He could only
imagine being by the Sea, while dying in that moment slowly.
The sea, he remembers standing in front of it and felling
the grandness of it. It made him feel so small, tiny as non-existent. He dreaded
touching those water fearing he might get drowned. And then suddenly a wave
came and there was he in the water where he could not see, anything, hear any
sound, felt none of bruises he received of those curious fishes. He was a lump
of meat floating across. It was all so still and calm amidst all those turbulence
around. You do not live till you feel the death. He let his lungs filled with
salted water. It felt similar to having those glasses of dark rum.
He often dreamt of falling in a pit of snake, dreading to
touch them he coiled himself like one and rolled over, but they thought him to
be one of their own and started a fight to announce their right over this new
one. He remembers their violent hissing at his skin, it felt like acid being
spread over his body. His heart was beating as that distant sound of someone
playing a drum. He was being touched by thousands of snakes at a time and the poison
was melting his body and drop by drop he felt being diluted in the darkness of
the night.
Standing in front of the mirror, he often saw the night
close and personal. He went close, touched it, kissed it, and saw in the eyes
of image. He saw the same night, he always dreamt of, a dark night, carrying a
chaotic silence, whispering secrets of light while asking him to follow to the
gorge.
Drink another glass, shakeup the scene, wake up, dance to
the rhythms, and feel the ever so seductive night."
By:
Praveen Parasar
Date:
20/10/2015
