Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Dancing in Dreams

Thick eyelashes rested gently upon the silken smoothness of her creamy cheeks. The night winds stilled to coordinate their dance to the rhythmic rise and fall of her slumbering chest. Invisible angels guarded the doors to her dreams, lest some unwanted warrior thoughts break the spell of this dream.

This dream which repeated itself every month on the same night. For on this night, twenty four months ago, she had turned her back on the one she loved, without realizing that she had indeed loved him. And every day since, with the streak of veal announcing the departure of a cumbersome night, she had woken up knowing that she had lost on love. The agony of life was painted with invisible ink in the form of scars on her memory. Moments which refused to be erased with the advent of newer ones. Incidents which embedded themselves with startling clarity in the soft creases of her shaken mind, and which sprang forth unannounced, taking her by surprise. Pain laced with knowledge reminded her she could still feel.

This dream was a respite. When unwittingly she slipped from reality into the arms of love. His arms. She knew exactly how she would feel once in his embrace. Like a million butterflies had carried the golden dust of an autumn sun on their velvet wings. And he would hold her like that for as long as she wanted him to. She wanted to be held forever.

Yet even in her dream, she knew that this dream was bound to end. Clutching desperately at his shoulder she would lift her eyes to his face, daring all the love she held for him to shine through her eyes. She never spoke in her dreams. Words could shatter a spell. She willed him to understand her love. She willed him to forgive. She willed him to realize that she would never love again.

“Wrong again, my love,” he whispered. She fluttered her eyes in confusion. Why did he sound so different? And wasn’t this supposed to be a silent dream? Why did he talk then?

Before she could part her lips to speak, he rested a feathered finger on her lips. Through the blinding halo which surrounded his angelic face, she sought his eyes. The strength of his halo blinded her. She blinked. Then she squeezed her eyes shut. The butterflies were flapping their wings in such agony that their flapping sounded like the thunder ready to split the sky.

“Once again you make the mistake of loving but not knowing that you do,” he whispered as he lowered his cold lips to hers.

And then he was gone. So were the butterflies. But the sun-kissed warmth lingered behind. She searched her dream high and low, she even called his name. But this time she found herself all alone.

Maybe not.

If she stretched her dream little more, she could envelope the hazy silhouette dancing on the fringes. The silhouette was dancing hypnotically. Like it had a song of its own which the world wouldn’t know. She moved towards it. It was a man. Dancing alone to the songs of broken love and a heart forlorn. Yet he was happy. Happy to be dancing to a tune of his own.
She walked towards him, her own feet as light as air. Her left foot already tapping a rhythm in sync with his. He did not stop, but he took her hand in his and together they danced under strawberry skies and honeyed winds. They danced for love. Lost and won. They danced for life. The one gone by and the one just begun.

Two strangers, not so strange anymore, dancing in dreams, dancing to dance some more.

The angels left them to their dance. The skies were changing color, the night was taking leave to go. They hesitated for a moment and then kissed her sleeping form. They had a feeling they might need to guard her dreams no more.

He followed their kiss, with one of his own .

She fluttered sleepy eyes to his loving face as he whispered, “Good Morning, love.”

7 comments:

Rain Girl said...

wow.

it is wow. you paint such beautiful, romantic pictures...

Raj said...

love love love

that was the babe i know. a spark of romance lots of colors and a sense of words second to none.

Ria said...

That was so so romantic...loved it!

rantravereflect/ jane said...

ya broke the spell after ya ended it :*

blunt edges said...

Magical! Dunno what else to say, so I'll leave it at that :)

rainboy said...

the danced for love.lost and won.

You are a killer you know.Beautiful words I missed reading you BnB.

take care :)

Laymiro said...

I have typed and deleted atleast five sentences here, for none of them would do any justice to the feeling this story brought.

Magical!