Dawn

The last time I noticed the giant clock at the station, it was 10:40 pm. The time I am stuck at is 5:04 am. Dawn. The beginning of sun-scented streaks of daylight that I never even experienced. It’s the sunset that mattered. The hide and seeks; how the orange piece of dream would hide altogether seeking the front line of heaven, or hell, the judgement day. How many times did I long for the dead sun rising out of ashes at the brink of darkness! If I am to regret anything, it has to be abstaining myself from getting up beside the Ganges while the sun grins for the very first time. The sunrise was never my favourite. Today I wished to see a sun that kept leading me to its climax, only to reappear in my nightmares the day after. Even till date, I couldn’t get up to keep the sun within me.

Romanticism is a shoddy addiction. Like time. How abstract a concept time is! The moment my body would be touching the last strokes of sunlight, ‘he’ would probably lose his virginity, a certain ‘she’ would lie against the bones of her back to fly back to the stars, a definite ‘you’ would paint the yellow scales of a mermaid.

There were pebbles holding the burden of my swallowed reveries.  There won’t be any at the next dawn. Someday I might wake up and consume the sun.

 

Advertisements

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Cristina Petrini says:

    I never believed in romance, but in your words I could reflect a thought that perhaps for too long I have ignored … incredible what the power of words can do!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s