A Persistent Dream

Huge walls with an apogee towards sky; sky that sketched as deep dark and as if nothing prevails beyond that. Giant rectangular blocks of rocks, cut and curved to the perfect, piled up straight; solder together as neighbors’. Fear, it springs up and avalanche through neurons; In turns accelerates cardiac pistons. Still “What’s there inside? What’s guarded by these phalanxed stones?” a curiosity which preys the questioning part of mind and urging to pierce down its defensive stance.

An armored pair of tall wooden doors separated with a slit of lights rays grants a pass to this mystic world. A place lit by oil fed torches hanging itself in the alternate pillars. Its buzzing sound amplifies as they get closer and unveiled huge statues in its proximities. Huge statues with bulging round eyes, tongue lengthened out, arms wrapped with serpents and tall swords like killing iron piece of never –seen heights capped with citrus. Their skin toned with bright color, biased towards red in the color spectrum. With the dark clouds deforms its shapes to rampant horses and race by in the back-ground, an portrait which will detonates fear and flees the way out.

But steaming courage follows the path of scented air fused with sandal and marigold. Chirping sound of bats echoed around the stones and gears up the yield of adrenaline. Feeling the moisture around, the search led to the lone slab of rock as it is soaked well and bloody. Its a ritual blood bath as the beheaded corpses nearby. It was as dreadful as I opened my eyes. “Where I am ?” Caught in the middle of an abandoned temple or made into an world of dark arts where it dwells ?... Foggy thoughts...as it reveals, its the same dream. The Persistent one.

Tired of mapping it to the realty; still a remote temple nearby to my native can be drawn parallel to it. A place I used to visit in childhood with my grandpa. A place where I started practicing vegetarianism. In this world of reality, its been more than a decade, I paid a visit to this place since my grandpa demise. But the truth is otherwise as this Dream Persists.