Monday, November 16, 2009


The chants were audible only to the serpents. The wails of the trapped moon in the mossy pond were muted by green envious claws. Then, lunacy turned into a bubble and escaped through the orifice, before it closed and positioned on the ancient, dim alleyways; it grew aged and gray like a man and howled. The fallen souls gathered around the mossy covers developed tentacles to reach the submerged moon.

The chants transpired and became manifested as snakes. They slithered over and unsheathed the mossy blocks with serpentine ruptures.

A rapturous moon waited for darkness to fall to stealthily make its way.

The terrain shrugged as the hiding ones behind the betel leaves became bats, now perched on the vines, unwarily jumped in to the crystal pond in ravenous spirits, to drown in absolute freedom.

The chants had not stopped but the howls had. The snakes crawled into the wholes of its subtle, unseen presence.

The moon, reluctant to depart, lingered in the pond and reflected on another one, up in the skies.

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Julia Smith said...

I really like this:

'the hiding ones...unwarily jumped in to the crystal pond in ravenous spirits, to drown in absolute freedom'

Srikumaran Madhava Menon said...

The snakes must have danced in the moonlight, around the betel trees, happier than before, for they had seen the loving ones of their abode, which they refused to leave.

The Deliverance is fantastic....the good spirits would stay back for the next reunion with the living good hearts.

Sepiru Chris said...

I really like the last sentence.

That seals it all, for me.

gautami tripathy said...

Enchanted by this..


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Jane Doe said...

This is beautiful. I was enchanted from the first line to the last.

Sadia Hussain said...

The approach of dawn is superbly expressed Shashi! The last sentence wraps it up commendably.

narendra said...

nice writeup..i like the look of your blog...have never seen somebody's blog this way..its first time here..