THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Sunday, September 10, 2006

twilight narrative

'twas supposed to be just another after hour saunter. after all 'twas the one thing i did as religiously as the dead. every night i moved to the werewolf's call under the moon lit sky. it wasn't hypnosis or halucination... it wasn't a trance; nor was it transcendental by any means... 'twas just a case of bliss by oblivion; a syndrome caused when -OH > H2O. Nothing was different today.... not yet... that would change though; tonight. when the insomniac in me woke up from a power wink, my bloodshot eyes were staring at a door. that was normal. There were termites but they dated back way beyond the oldest file archived in my memory. They seemed to be playing host to visitors and/or friends, the maggots. way not to be clanish, i thought. i didn't want to wreck the party but i had to go on with my compulsive jaunt. i pushed the door but it wouldn't budge. pushed harder and dirt sprinkled down the crack. kicked harder and more dirt came pouring down.

i fought my way out of solitary confinement. floated through the misty darkness. i should have been here yesterday but it felt like it has been ages. the monsoons made the woods dense. the undergrowth was thick. that didnt stop me from gathering some remnant memories though. but in wake of my daily jaunts, there seemed to none. no wake that is. this couldn't be a dream. it's too true to be one. but then it's not like how i remember it either. i sat on the cold stone by the little girl's grave. it was colder than usual. like it had died the last time i left. i usually liked the calm here but today the silence was deafening. too much had changed too fast. i wasn't ready for this bargain and i had to head back to the only other place i knew; the place i came from. i found my way to my tomb. a familiar epitaph with an epithet blurred by the sands of time. a few words stood out though. love. tons. loads. more. i looked at who lay beside me and then, i wished to die again...

10 comments:

fallenangel said...

i suppose u knw that termites in dreams would signify a temporary increase in fortune over a short period of time.
and visiting a grave wud indicate that you need to delve into your own unconscious in search of an issue in which you thought had been put to rest. You need to stand up for yourself for no one else can do it for you. Alternatively, it represents something is about to be completed in your life. You are ready for a new start.

and...who could the lil girl be?
enjoyed reading it...good work

Seashells said...

@ fallenangel
i see that you've had your tarot cards out in a flash ... :-) i was aware of the "visiting a grave" part and that is the way i meant it to be... but that thing about the termites is new to me... i'll welcome all fortune with open arms though...

the li'l girl is only a name to me. a postmortal acquaintance perhaps...

Anu Russell said...

so tonight when i go to sleep...i am going to keep thinking about termites and pray they come in my dream too...i would love what they signify in the waking world!!!

but dude that is one hell of a scary dream!!! i get stuff like this once in a while and it scares the crap out of me...

but have u really been to a grave yard in your life? I have never entered one and hope will never...

M (tread softly upon) said...

boy that was dark! scares me and makes me sad. but I'm sure i didn't get what you were trying to put across (i am kinda slow)

Seashells said...

@ anu russell
give it a shot Anu... n lemme know if it works...
i used to frequent the graveyard everyday when i was in middle school... a bunch of my friends n i played cricket right next to one and i was notorious for hitting the ball there... n ofcourse i had to do the honors of fetching the ball as well...

@ m(tsu)
that was sorta dark... but that IS a happy ending... :) so please don't be sad :)...
there was a li'l bit of circumstance in there which will make sense only to one person in particular... and this post served its purpose...

Z said...

Man! That was dark. I'm missed out on most of the stuff here but when I came back I see a sea of change. Dear shell, I'm curious to know what turned you to moon's croon ? Tell me tell me.

Isis Panthea said...

Dream came true at IMC 6 huh!

@Fallen Angel:

Does going to war in Iraq signify anything?
OK...How about getting run over by a horse and ending up in heaven?

Seashells said...

@ Z
Hmmm... I'll tell you all, but you have to belong to the inner circle of trust... so will you identify yourself ???

@ isis panthea
Huh, what ??? IMC 6 was trashy and this was spooky if anything... big difference sweetie... :P

lemontree said...

hey seashells
restless but nice
am glad it served the purpose and got the required response from the target
i love when that happens

Seashells said...

@ lemontree
welcome back... and i love it too, when something works to plan :)