Monday, 3 December 2007
promise of a movie--Writers Island
Promise has so many nuances. It can take concrete meanings or entirely abstract one. Here I take it in yet another form. I rarely write the way I did here. I am trying different forms of writings. Please do feel free to tell me your opinions.
Draping death like some kind of shield.
Do we need halos like that?
A few flaunt their sacrifices.
It ceases being one.
How did that happen?
Was he asleep?
Is it a nightmare but with vivid colours?
Any story needs a hero and a villain too.
Both merge at a point.
Maybe there never is a hero.
That horse that kicked him on his forehead is being felicitated.
While he lay there half-dead.
In that rat infested stable.
Stable boy since a long time.
Why did he act like a saviour?
Preventing theft of the prized horses.
However, horse hit the wrong guy.
In that semi-dead state, he smells roses.
Filled with nuts.
Everything is enacted with his eyes closed.
A whole movie behind his eyelids.
That girl in the big house watching him.
Smiling when he lifts his head to look back.
A come-hither expression on her face.
He had not dared to respond.
Now lying on that hard floor, head almost spilt open, he thinks of her.
Promising himself to go to her as soon as he can stand up.
Slowly his eyes close, life ebbing, he enters the land of no return.