It is past midnight.
With a mild chilling air-conditioning my mind is getting aloft and imagination afloat like I am walking on the water.
As I am more into making my new moustache grow like Hercule Poirot on the TV show making most of my fingers moving on the hairs grown entailing the sides of it, I could feel those coloured threads those had been in my sleep quite for sometime…. Red blue yellow green threads growing from the ends of every single hair on it.
They keep on winding up, loosening down, weave, un-weave, hang, fall, design, shape, noose, cut, and finally entangle in a shape of a huge ball that looks like the moon when a child first given the coloured sketch pens tries to draw the moon using all the colours but black.
This is not just a visionary zeal but a deep thought that has some connected meaning to every single thread that is seen. It is not just an offhand painting that is done to express some abstraction, but it has every colour or thread chosen from the vastest archive of imagination to strike the very exact symbol or metaphor to the entangled mind in the awakened stage. It chooses every object as a symbolic tool of a particular feeling and concentrates into a whole dream in sleep...the very true mirror of our mind.
No stray thing any dream is...every single one comes straight from the bottom of our hearts which we oppress with our minds and logic, awakened.
Let these threads entangle...we only then realize what is of human bondage.
RED RED
Green green
It is you
Whom I have seen
In my dreams
Shadowed you
Come to me
And make me true
White white
Black black
It is yo
A heart attack
In my dreams
You and me
Walk side by side
In ecstasy
Yellow yellow
Blue blue
Whom I love
Is only you
Wake up to see
Where am I
Entangled in
A a mass of lie
White n black
Black n white
Colour me
Make me bright
I don't know
Who I am
If not yours
All a sham….
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