There's something oddly poetic and poignant about sorrow. And for each, this little window opens out into their personal fields of yellow, a yellow that you can tell comes out of long hours spent under the heat of solitude and suffering; sun-dried to yellow-brown perfection - just like you pictured. And quite aptly, this window opens up ever so often, bringing with it the breeze of remembrance, caressing and lulling the soul to retreat into that yellow place again. The same wounds; only this time, the ache is not just a reminder, but an awakening- and realization dawns. That there's a time and place for everything, and more importantly "everyone". You realize that those who want to believe what they do, will do so-regardless. You realize that, not everyone has to be part of the circle. You realize that because of this, you are no longer broken; but perhaps stronger at best and indifferent at worst. You realize that holding your cards closer to your chest is much cleaner than baring all. You realize that saying "I'm OK" was, is and always will be-YOUR prerogative.
And then the window closes; just for bit of repose; for that breathing space of saneness, for semblance and sanity and for some of the yellow to blur into bright green or orange and perhaps a little purple too......
Wow, this one is simply awesum!!
ReplyDeleteU really hv a very vivid imagination n a very strong hold on the words 2 describe it... i read n re-read it bout 3-4 times n each time, another tone of the mentioned colors play around in my mind.. n its quite a feelin cos i cant remember the last time i experienced sumthin like this ...
a very beautiful piece ....an experience, rather :)