Dream (2004)
Have you ever woken up from a seeming slumber and you aren’t sure if you were awake or dreaming?
Some say it happens all the time. They say it is whisky and grass…
At first sight it seems so..
You feel like you are wading through an infinite cloud, defying gravity with an unconquerable lightness..
Floating like a feather, dancing to the song of the whispering wind..
Like a bubble from the blow tubes of a gleeful child, rising all the time…….
And then the bubble bursts..
Disappearing without a trace..
And all that you are left with is a heavy head and a closet full of puke..
My neighbour’s teenaged daughter says it is love, with a twinkle in her eye…
The insatiable desire to let your heart rule your mind…..
Insatiable….? Hardly so…
It passes like a momentary burst of brilliance…
Like a lightning…
And the next moment you realize that all you love is your own gloated self…
Inventing feelings to sustain the constant need for acceptance..
An emotional insurance…
Her brother thinks its man’s most basic need.. Sex..
This all pervading urge to discover the animal in you..
The untutored instinct that makes you look at a woman’s breasts, while she, pretending to be unaware of your peripheral vision, is twisting her feet…..
The act of progeny and sustenance..
The ultimate zenith?
It only lasts till the semen hits the sink…
And maybe a couple of minutes more….
Sometimes I think it is science…
The language of life…
The falling apple and Einstein’s quintessential ride on the photon..
But then the cacophony of the screeching piece of chalk drives nails through my head..
And I feel much like the cat in the box..
Not knowing if I am dead or alive
And then I see it…
At first it is a small speck, just appearing in the corner of my eye..
And before I can realize, it engulfs me like a ravenous cloud
Dissolving and digesting everything in its path..
Diffusing through the seemingly impenetrable shell of reason…
And striking a chord with the chaos that lingers on endlessly inside me..
Like a child’s laugh…
It must be a dream….
Or is it?
I see it now..
It is life itself..
For you can never be sure if you are awake or dreaming!
Some say it happens all the time. They say it is whisky and grass…
At first sight it seems so..
You feel like you are wading through an infinite cloud, defying gravity with an unconquerable lightness..
Floating like a feather, dancing to the song of the whispering wind..
Like a bubble from the blow tubes of a gleeful child, rising all the time…….
And then the bubble bursts..
Disappearing without a trace..
And all that you are left with is a heavy head and a closet full of puke..
My neighbour’s teenaged daughter says it is love, with a twinkle in her eye…
The insatiable desire to let your heart rule your mind…..
Insatiable….? Hardly so…
It passes like a momentary burst of brilliance…
Like a lightning…
And the next moment you realize that all you love is your own gloated self…
Inventing feelings to sustain the constant need for acceptance..
An emotional insurance…
Her brother thinks its man’s most basic need.. Sex..
This all pervading urge to discover the animal in you..
The untutored instinct that makes you look at a woman’s breasts, while she, pretending to be unaware of your peripheral vision, is twisting her feet…..
The act of progeny and sustenance..
The ultimate zenith?
It only lasts till the semen hits the sink…
And maybe a couple of minutes more….
Sometimes I think it is science…
The language of life…
The falling apple and Einstein’s quintessential ride on the photon..
But then the cacophony of the screeching piece of chalk drives nails through my head..
And I feel much like the cat in the box..
Not knowing if I am dead or alive
And then I see it…
At first it is a small speck, just appearing in the corner of my eye..
And before I can realize, it engulfs me like a ravenous cloud
Dissolving and digesting everything in its path..
Diffusing through the seemingly impenetrable shell of reason…
And striking a chord with the chaos that lingers on endlessly inside me..
Like a child’s laugh…
It must be a dream….
Or is it?
I see it now..
It is life itself..
For you can never be sure if you are awake or dreaming!
posted by Jaiku at 10:31 am
2 Comments:
You must love the movie, The Matrix.
Well written. I believe as long as you fight the truth, you shall never have any it. Embrace it and face harsh reality. Bitter it maybe, but real nevertheless.
it is only matter of acceptance ...
but do you really have to face the reality all the time? ....
cant you just remain happy by ignoring it? ....
yet ... cant forget that ...
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