Wednesday, January 20, 2010

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Lonely creature by the bar, blue shot glass, crystal vodka,... swimming mascara and empty eyes, the remnants of his goodbye..
The walls are oddly luminiscent, silver chandelier painted onto blood red, ceiling floor corner red. She gives herself up to the noise and the exhilaration, oblivious to the wandering hands around her waist, the stranger casually caressing her hair. It is about the lights tonight, not him. Just the lights.


The silver bursts like a twitching electric eel in aquamarine darkness. There is silence in this cacophony, depth in the materialistic shallowness. She passes from the arms of one into another, lightly held as if even they can sense her fragility.
'I can tell, you are having a bad night love'


The best night ever, actually. The oblivion, the drunkness, the hysteria subdued in the chaos, the cold night. Dark enough to obliterate everything, save one. Her thoughts find him, even in the daze. His face shimmers like a seraph.
Come home to me jaan.


She spins like a ballerina, a whirlwind before the Eyes. Spins, unravelling her dark secrets in strips of crimson cloth memories nightmares silently cried out. Silent.
find a way home find a way home find a way like a mantra. They are bewitched hypnotic by her fear her grief and her fire. They burn with her, scorched, screaming, and yet healed by her hysteria, convinced that to annihilate the soul is to find peace.

somewhere in the distance, he waits.


Annihilate. Spin.  Her feet chiseling grooves like twisted black pens ferociously carving out the history of her ruin. Catharsis. She burns on that floor leaving ashy footprints of soul she twists and envelops everyone everything inside her and together, they shatter into nothingness. Broken naked lost.


Yet
finally at peace.
Finally a way home, to him.











-She forever knows that when she does turn up at his doorstep midnight blue, carrying her pieces in burnt open palms, he will kiss the ashes to crimson soulsongs. He will kiss the ashes away-





this one, like everything else, was for u MD.
-eeda

2 comments:

neeli said...

its been ages since we talked :( lets set a time?

Anonymous said...

oh eeda.
beautiful.