The Black Rose

"sleep deprivation induced euphoria" a term inherent in the bitsian way of life. I for one love my beauty sleep and the notion of 'night outs' is still alien to me. But yesterday night i had an inkling what people meant when they used that term. I was fidgeting in in my bed and toying and playing with the bed sheet wasn't helping. I was in a subconscious state. I guess it was like a no man's land, where i was grappling between reality and the oblivion. the feeling was new, weird and very obscure. I wondered if the culprit was the "frappe" i had at anc. the whole situation was completely intangible and beyond the grasp of any reason.I was struck by a barrage of incomprehensible thoughts. the thoughts didn't pertain to any logic but nevertheless they felt important enough. I was swimming in the sea of my intellect and my emotions were overwhelming, even for me. In the heightened state of euphoria i penned something down. Now when i read it, it ceases to make sense, further adding to the mystery and the blurred vision of last night. Here is what i wrote....

The Black Rose

Frisky and frivolous, she toyed with the naughty waves,
her resonant shriek echoing against the walls of distant caves.
I dreamt of stony pebbles on a white shore,
in a heartbeat she dissolved in the haze and stood no more.

I dreamt of winds blowing against the barren lands,
she twirled and danced with the dry leaves,
she blew with the sand.
The winds were high and mighty was the gale,
her cheeks had lost colour and her skin was pale.

I dreamt of scorching fires in the inky darkness,
the black curtain veiled the eyes which shone like burnt coal.
the untamed glory ran wild and free in the lonely vastness,
the melting eyes stood still while the flames burned her soul.

I dreamt of life in the arid desolation,
from the ashes she was born,
the black desert rose,
the rose without a thorn.

written by me at 3.36 a.m

a torrid love affair

I have been in love. no wait. Before you start thinking "here he goes again" let me state some facts. i have known her and been in love with her for the last eight years. it's a true story and incidentally it didn't start off with a love letter. now that we are in the clear let me start off again. it was eight years ago when my mom introduced her to me (obviously my mom didn't know what was going to follow). she had come from darjeeling. i was introduced to her smell before i had set eyes on her. even though it's been eight years i can still smell the fragnance in the air and the effect that it had on me. in short i was mesmerized. it was something i had never felt before. i was twelve ,just on the threshold of puberty and my notion of love was pure, sweet and innocent.(love is so complicated now). but even at such a tender age i knew this was something special.she left on my heart an imprint so deep that i am still reeling under the impact. from that day onwards life hasn't been the same.

i was sitting at my usual spot today when she came to me. the same old aroma wafted in the air. she was dressed in pristine white. she sat there still, laced with cardamom with a slight sting of ginger. just the way i like her. my beloved "tea". we have had a torrid love affair and we are still going strong. there is nothing better than a hot, sizzling cup of tea in the chilly winters of pilani. sometimes she is sweet and mild. while at times she is strong and has a mind of her own. she does have her mood swings but she never deserts me in my hour of need. people say i am addicted to her. but with the kind of peace and solace i experience when i am with her ,it's an addiction worth having. i just can't get enough of this enigma called "tea".