The cold fear invites dependence upon these long, mighty files in black that I clutch upon sometimes in despair, sometimes in hope. Staring with the eyes of hope at the flickering gleam of dawn and dusk melting around the threshold of the life's transient growth.
The prison is nothing but a brief allusion to the bounded torments of the innocent immortal. An inflicted ecstasy induced by the elixir of grief that builds up a camouflage of minds and hearts which the earthly prisoners inspire.
He lights the match stick of buoyancy dispelling the iron black darkness of the cell. His rugged eyebrows twitch in the direction of the light. The prisoner takes an oath of not allowing his black friend to visit him again. His face builds up a smile of relief but the eyes try to rob the face of it's jewel by initiaitng the flow of pearly drops for the death of darkness. The darkness has passed away from his world, the darkness that was his love. Forlorn! But,was she ever there? Or was it just a bewildered illusion caused by the wordly iron bars against the hues of the sun?
(It contains more than one person narrative,prisoner represents the soul and the human trapped on earth away from his beloved, the God.The darkness symbolises his human love and also the worldly things that separate him from the Almighty.This, overall symbolises the confusion of the prisoner's mind)
Drowned me down deep into thinking..!!
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DeleteGood Writing Gaurav! A fine creative writer in the making. Spontaneous and Thought-provoking as though one is listening to a 60 year old. More later in person. Good luck and God Bless- Vishaka
ReplyDeleteGood Writing Gaurav! A fine creative writer in the making. Spontaneous and Thought-provoking as though one is listening to a 60 year old. More later in person. Good luck and God Bless- Vishaka
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