Thursday, March 20, 2008

For Oscar

There are moments in life when the safe assumptions of logic and reason fall prey to the phantasmatic and colourful illusions of ardour. Like shattered glasses on painted walls, each refraction becomes an infraction of the senses. Bows and splinters of rainbow meld and sew into each other; soft maroon and saffron gold coalesces like ambushed lovers with effulgent emeralds and turquoise shards of light.

The walls that were once grey - crumbling plaster that one knew so well, lived with so well - had begun to dance in incandescent fire. Aurora ignited on a simple plane of existence, adulterating simplicity and ennui with an entropic force of life. Here is where the safe assumptions of reason and logic fail. The senses reel in confusion; the body weakens and paralyses with the onslaught of incomprehensible beauty and incommensurable emotions.

What was once decay and dilapidation, now sparks and illuminates with a blinding luster of tones and hues. Rotting crevices are now stained with iridescent colours that waxes over the dreary dullness of grey. This is magic that strip depressions and restores amorous ecstasy. This is the force of creation that exponentially quantifies the value of life.

This passionate display is a mimetic tinct of what some might call Love.

2 Comments:

Blogger JamesW850i said...

That's so beautiful, Chris......... =")

3:38 pm  
Blogger deraz said...

ابو الهول
كهربائي منازل الشارقة
كهربائي فلل الشارقة


3:51 pm  

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