De Dissolving Lady

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I never hoped for such a dry, dark saturday night, that day. It was pretty dark, devoid of breeze. After a pretty long time i was having my lady in my hands, playing with her using my fingers. Every now and then i was able to see the beauty of my lady in different forms and shapes. but those lasted just for a couple of minutes.

I kissed my lady every now and then, in pursuit of getting the sight of beautiful forms and shapes that she illute into, dissolving in the air. She seemed pretty odd that day, wherein she was getting shorter and shorter for every lovely kiss that i gave her.

On that absolute dark night, I was walking all alone on a pretty narrow street which seemed to be pretty calm with none other than me walking and a dog at the edge of the street, looking at me indifferently. As I moved my head upwards, I could see three street lights, with one pretty bright glowing with the white of heaven. Another one was pale and yellow pretty weird for street light. and the third was almost out of life. I could see the darken stripe over its length envisaging the fact that it will die out soon.

While my head was still upwards, enjoying my lady's dissolving beauty now and then, I just turned it towards my right, where I could see the so called God of men, who hate marriage, was standing tall, dark, handsome but lifeless, showing his torn heart to the world. I even wondered this stoned strong God of bachelors too might have some sorry tale behind this ripped off heart!

I continued my walk and the activity I was involved as earlier. I reached the end of that street where the dog was still sitting gazing at me indifferently. I guess it was frightened by my lady and my looks. To go with the fact the vice-versa also applies.

Then I took a turn to my right to a new street. As I brought my lady towards my lips, I could feel the heat that was rising up unlike before. I was bemused to see my lady's beauty almost ran out in couple of seconds with none other a sponge named ‘kings gold flake’, for my eternal queen resting between my fingers.

Gosh!, I said to myself and threw that piece of sponge, which was covered with a yellow colored paper into the nearby bush. Then I could just see some iota of my exquisite lady’s everlasting beauty, peeping out of that red-fire sponge-tip amidst those dark greeny bushes.

I was continuing my walk. All through my walk I could hear the man of music, singing something in the most painful mood, in a non-understandable language for me, which I have already listened to lot of times before though . also I could listen to the sound of a sad shenoy player, tuning his strings as per the order of man of music. Infact I could understand nothing from that music, except for the fact that music will chill anyone despite any fucken scenario , even when you are in the sinking titanic, and that too from the man of music.

As I was at the end of that new street, I climbed up a pretty small slope to another pretty broad highway. Again I took a turn to my right, as I cant keep myself from closing my eyes, because of that strong light beam from the moving heavy truck. I continued my walk on that highway road’s sandy edge. I was moving all alone missing my lady’s dissolving gorgeous forms and shapes.

I was frustrated by the noise and sounds made by the moving fucken trucks and cars, despite the fact that even a noise which was regularized is making good music these days. This irritating noise made me unable to listen that divine stuff I was listening.

I was walking a bit faster as to get rid of that sounds, which could have been recorded, regularized and programmed to rerecord a Hollywood thriller. And just when this thought of mine diminished in my mind I took another turn to my right walking down on a relatively greater slope than it was in the last turn.

This time it was again a narrow street, whose end carried the block of Kenton , which stood tall and proud. And that was the first time, where I admired the beauty of Kenton-Leisure. It was just in the time, where my hope seemed to be stinking, I remembered those golden words from Tim Robbins in the movie Shawshank Redemption, which goes like this..

“ Hope, is a good thing.

Perhaps the best of things

and no good thing ever dies. ”

Just when I was about to reach that elegant gate of my Kenton hostel my I-pod shuffle played itself the song from the man of music again, but in the most delightful mood. And the song’s words which brought me a small smile goes like this…

“valkaiyil vellavay Take it easy policy….

VANAVIL VALKAIYIL VALIBAM ORU FANTASY…!!”