the streaks of colours - milky pink, fruity violet, fresh newborn green, deep deep blue, grape red, lemon yellow and more - formed a mesh around me. it illuminated like optical fibres. it was burning, but cool nonetheless. a rhythm had caught on - tempo 160. layers of sounds added dimensions to everything i saw, and all that i saw was, in reality, my imagination caught up in a cosmic flow of a subtle consciousness, which technically resides deep within, unless evoked.
sinking, i felt. my insides vomitted. stars stuck in the darkness of the old lady's falling raiment twinkled with increased eagerness. i saw a few fall like droplets of quicksilver and precipitate into the ocean of blackness below. in the eternity i saw the (excuse moi...mr. sandosh is here, "ashwin the artwork is ready", he says, "ok", i say) infinity of nothingness. there were strangers around me, but i felt at home. the rhythm made everything alright. the drowning moon, 45 degrees to where i stood, made it alright. goa gil's altar made it alright. the tempo made it alright.
ok, mr. sandosh is here again...
2 comments:
tripping on soemthign chemical kya?
hehehe...nope, me not into chemicals n stuff...me no junkie
:-)
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