Pic: Pratik MallickWednesday, May 5, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
The Dream Spinner
City lights shine. Rain flows down the window pane. The flow traps the color of the lights. Yellow. Red. Green. Occasionally, a thunder lights up the sky and an abode of dreams. Blue.
A dream-spinner looks outside, through the haziness. Haziness in the eyes and the window pane. Blurred visions rise and fall, like the lights on the window pane. Shadows come and go like the lightning above. The thunder shakes the roots. Its dark inside, but the city lights, play in the dark walls like a kaleidoscope of many colorful dreams. The dream-spinner tries to spin many a dream with the colors. But the colors play on their own.
Dreams. Red. Yellow. Green. Blue. Sometimes grey. But always colorful.
Only reality is black and white.
lopamudra
A dream-spinner looks outside, through the haziness. Haziness in the eyes and the window pane. Blurred visions rise and fall, like the lights on the window pane. Shadows come and go like the lightning above. The thunder shakes the roots. Its dark inside, but the city lights, play in the dark walls like a kaleidoscope of many colorful dreams. The dream-spinner tries to spin many a dream with the colors. But the colors play on their own.
Dreams. Red. Yellow. Green. Blue. Sometimes grey. But always colorful.
Only reality is black and white.
lopamudra