Oh well...

These are musings on sundry matters, some personal and some of general interest to me. It will be nice to have comments from those of you who actually read this stuff. And more often than not, I will comment on your comments as well. So check back. And please, don't leave any damn links instead of comments.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Purple and Green... and colourlessness

She comes again, a goddess from the heavens, raining at her beautiful leisurely pace, weaving her thick rich luxuriant Purple spell through the air, enchanting everything it touches. There a dab of Han turns the Greek beggar in to a king, here a spark of Tyrian turns the Chinese peasant's hut in to a palace. Electric, Royal and Red-Violet explode warmth upon frozen cities, vines climb out of the desert sand, while Prometheus and Sisyphus feel their pains numbing. The sound of Patriarch gives song to the birds, the fall of Veronica puts the rivers in motion, the sight of Medium brings the Olive Ridleys ashore.

And then, in a blinding flash of Orchid, Heliotrope, Psychedelic, Mulberry and Pansy, she surges forth, growing, flowing, soaring, towards what still resembles only a Green speck in the unfathomable distance. But soon, too soon, the speck is a field, a mountain, a continent, the planet itself. Persian, Fern, Neon, Office, Forest, Midnight, Harlequin, Celadon, all rise up in unison to escort the goddess down. Teal, Brunswick, Fern, Shamrock, Moss and Asparagus run ahead to make welcoming arrangements. Emerald, Pine, Myrtle, Tea and Sap put up a brilliant fireworks display while Army plays the band. India prepares the bed-chamber with Midnight in the middle of Jungle.

Sipping on Sea, Charma enters. In robes of Islam, Version 2.0 awaits her on the Jade bed.

From my corner in the colourless void, I watch them embrace. Then I go blind.

2 comments:

Holey Holy Holi said...

Ah! The ability of the mind to aggrandize the insignificant. Like the sock that killed the ophidiophobic man. Who says history is written by the victors? The losers manage to dictate the different stages of time -- the present and future included, else Obama wouldn't be president eh? Thank god for pillows. Why oh why isn't your jaw fuller already?

Notice how you are not the only one completely up to date with things. :P

Happy Holi

The Author said...

but i thought a certain type of snake and socks go well together, the latter accommodating first the reptile and then its venom. :P

some histories don't have a side that can stake claim to victory. a free-for-all to document then?

while you thank god for pillows, i will appreciate the fact that size zero is going out of vogue, even though my favourite bosom is no longer within reach. so it doesn't matter how full the jaw is, so long as masticating is all it does.

i must admit, i am a bit surprised by the speed of your comment. interesting. very interesting indeed.