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