Its the flood. There is water everywhere,its the final deluge. Its just me in my cosy little room, floating, sinking and again floating like a ball in the water. There is no light anywhere except in my snug. Its just my room, everything else is flooded and gone in the cold dark water which came from everywhere.
The room is warm, a reading light pops from the wall.There are no phones left with voices in them,no mails,no television, no sparrows or hawks left to carry messages. The hunters and the prey, the sparrows and the eagle, threw themselves against cold hearted walls and died. The sea rose up and took all the walls, the ocean destroyed all the seas. The water is everywhere, engulfing, full.
Only my cosy little room remains with the reading light and its warmth. It is the cold,dark water outside.There is nowhere to go, there are no street signs left. All the signs and billboards, all suffixes and prefixes, all the names – both earned and thrust upon have evaporated. The cold,dark waters of the flood took the satellites and the gold bullions , the flood took the moon.
Only my cosy little room remains with the open big book on the red-wood desk. The book is as huge as a bear,but cute. Its the scrap book of the human race, with newspaper cuttings,photos, theories,poems,commandments,report cards,love letters, treaties, birth certificates and nude pictures of greed.There is no chair, so I have to stand and read.
The book is interesting, funny at times, every story brings a smile on my face. The human race never did anything wrong,this flood was inevitable, everything they did was for the flood to come. I just read the book, I don’t judge. There is no judgement day to defeat us. Its cold and dark in the watery womb outside,inside the room its the warmth of intelligence. Its the flood; are you with me.
i am with you, as a;ways ;)))
your posts sometimes intimidates me … and i don’t know wat to comment.
on a different note: how du manage to google out such gr8 photos to match ur writing?
How come the current went everywhere except in your snug?? ;))
Mans choices brings forth floods and all those concomitant to it.
Beautiful in a strange sort of way….love it!
Wow…what beautiful pictures!
Anon, thanks for that 🙂 post starts with the picture i wud say. i really didnt mean to scare anyone…its just that only i’ll survive :))
Alex, “concomitant” – if you use such words again i’ll moderate the comment ! btw light was powered with a static-ruston-marine *economists wont understand* :)))
ash, thanks 🙂
abhishek, thank you 🙂
The human race never did anything wrong,this flood was inevitable, everything they did was for the flood to come.
That line was the best man…all your posts stand out for a phenomenonal build-up and then you crash on us with stinging one-liners like the above.
and like everyone said…your choice of snaps rounds everything up.
awesome stuff…keep at it!
LoL. You did ‘it’ yet again! ;)))
“are you with me”….hmm let me think…a difficult choice 😛
Beautiful post !!! Could almost hear the sound of water lapping against the walls of your lighted hut.
Cheers.
Jiby, thanks man…as i said before some posts grow out of the snaps 🙂
Alex, :))
Sachin, thanks pal 🙂 *btw there is no other choice*
bvn, “Death is only the beginning” 😛
Wow! Matching thoughts. Surrealism….Beautiful.
Thats it, BVN. I cant stand this anymore. You are added to my blog list.
awesome!
heyyy…… this is one of the best things i read in sometime!!
sachin, there is no beginning or end :p
pophabhi, thank you very much 🙂
Neihal, thanks 🙂
Neers, hope sometime is not last ten mins :)…thanks Neers 🙂