WEIRD SCENES ON A MOVIE SCREEN

I stand facing the darkness of the night. Darkness so thick that I know not if I am dreaming or lie wide awake. Sleep, my old friend, have you come to me? No one speaks, eyes without lids my vision is of an empty black screen what movie will play tonight?

The curtain goes up showing me light, I see a man sitting on a chair. Legs splayed arms on the side looking forlorn at a bottle of reddish fire. The hair on his head like snakes, they hiss and slither, snakes that get their venom from a pit god knows where. A blue dog rests hiding its eyes I wonder what colour pupils the paws hide.

From the window looks a man in green Green eyes, green tongue, green everything green fists banging the pane making green cracks. His green gaze wants to devour my reddish fire my orange clothes, my bright sparkling eyes. Am I the man on the screen? I have a sparkle on my eyes? Seriously?

With no popcorn in hand, no stub in my pocket I don’t know on which side my happiness resides. I see water between you and me choppy water that undulates my heart. I see you standing with your face in search. I am the one you search, look this way I am your past and will be in your future why will you deprive me the present then? You are the special one that makes me breathe, your aura is what gives me the orange sheath. You spin on your toes like a dancer on ice your look makes me freeze from head to toe. I know from whence comes the fire in my drink and the venom in the snakes that squirm on top my head.

Dhaka, September 12, 2014 © S M Shahrukh and Traces of Orange, 2014