Saturday, September 30, 2006

The Psychedelic Moment

It was a sleep that I had never experienced before. Old memories revisited. Elongated sleep. Each breath u take was heavy. U close ur eyes in contemplation. Strange faces. Were they ghosts or were they ppl I knew once. Will I be able to see them again. Random images from my past life or were they of this very life which happened years before.

Vivid pictures of victories come floating to me. Moments of quiet confidence wrap me over. Its now or never. U only live only once, one chance to be the one, one shot @ life, one opportunity to live this moment. A clenched fist shoots into the dusky evening.

I wake up with a shiver. A scream escapes my mouth. FUUU*****K. The table clock reads 3:25 AM. I force my eye-lids to close to calm myself, as if the elements of uneasiness were trickling out of me. Slowly, I wake up to myself. Walk upto the balcony. My 8th floor apmt isnt high enough to silence the ruckus created by the night revellers after the Saturday night parties. I look up against the Melbourne skyline. Dawn was still a couple of hours away. The stars were still twinkling. I still remember my successful attempt years ago to create an imaginary square in the sky and trying to count the stars in that. Was the count 205 or 235. Well whatever. I smile and feel the familiar tingling sensation. I brush my face against my right shoulder.

Unaware of my psychedelic mood I forget that the coffee had become cold. I take the sip through anyway. I realize that I forgot to put in the sugar. Feeling lazy to get up to get the sugar I struggle thru the coffee. I shake my head on the dream that had put me in this altered state of mind. Its been close to 3 months since I had left home to come here. I remembered the last day before I left. My friends, my parents, my quiet moment of prayer. Scenes straight out of a movie? Well it was one that day. The feeling is becoming sweeter or was it the coffee taste! I peer into my cup and see undissolved sugar crystals staring at me. Feeling helpless to let them go waste I lift the cup like a trophy and let them flow onto my taste buds. Hmmm... time for a Rahman composition or a ColdPlay number or a Pink Floyd master piece... I settle for ColdPlay's dreamy number - 'White Shadows' ...

"When I was a young boy I tried to listen
And I wanna feel like that
Little white shadows, blink and miss them
Part of a system I am

..."


(Catch d rest of the lyrics here... jus amazing)

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