Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

White Roses.

Apparently fixed on the ceiling, those stone-like eyes kept staring into nothingness and the worlds beyond it. The fan whirred slowly, like the clock ticked short taps, and the heart pumped liquid in and out. Everything moved in its own circle of existence, performing the allotted functions steadily and uncomplainingly. But even then, it felt like the world had somehow turned upside-down, and the fan whirred only to mock in its own given voice, the time moved to show how invaluable every other being before it was, and the muscle pulsated to define how the gods-on-earth were only too frail and fragile; not being able to keep anything from working or breakingeven their hearts.

Once unleashed, the mind traveled speedily into the fields of green and gold where the spark in one another’s eyes had signed smilingly the invisible yet undeniably substantial contracts of always staying together. It wandered farther to the streams of crystal blue waters where hands were held and oaths were repeated before angels of the world, and names were carved on rocks as well as on every atom of each other’s being. Tracing back the swift walks made across sand lanes and muddy roads, it came to rest only as the image of stars dancing as they were that night appeared on the retinas, and the sharp smell of white roses made their way through nostrils to the insides, causing currents to run down one’s spine.

How does it happen that a seemingly small wave envelops an entire universe in itself? How does Destiny fail Desire every time, and dreams turn to dust before reaching the realms of fulfillment? Why do the once saintly carriers of love blaspheme the very sanctity of it – leaving souls insecure and shattered forever?

Soft rain began to pelt against the room’s window bringing back the detested realizations of reality, and with a single tear that rolled down mournfully, all wounds were washed away until next time…

Whiterose_mi

 

15 responses

  1. I hate it when that happens. You’re staring up at the fan and the world turns upside down. It can sure make a mess on the ceiling.

    But I love this post.
    Very impressive indeed Maria.
    You took me to an emotional space I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before. That’s pretty special you know.

    One tiny suggestion. Break up some sentences and ditch the ‘and’s.

    September 29, 2014 at 6:31 am

    • Wow, thanks! That’s actually special. And I am reaaally glad you like this.
      Trying to work on that. Thanks again~

      October 2, 2014 at 1:50 am

  2. you have completely changed my perspective about looking at the ceiling fan from now on…… Beautifully written🙂

    September 29, 2014 at 6:42 pm

  3. You may have written in prose, but there is a hint of poetic expression that is so beautiful. My favorite lines:
    How does Destiny fail Desire every time, and dreams turn to dust before reaching the realms of fulfillment? Why do the once saintly carriers of love blaspheme the very sanctity of it – leaving souls insecure and shattered forever?

    October 1, 2014 at 1:38 pm

    • Thank you kindly.🙂 That’s something I was trying to bring, and I am glad you like it.

      October 3, 2014 at 8:45 pm

  4. Beautiful!

    October 3, 2014 at 6:16 pm

  5. This is simply marvelous… I think best thing I have read in a while…🙂 It’s not a prose… it’s a poetry….
    Words flew in coherence with the vibrations of machine that pulses to keep us satiated, but only at right pace…

    This is extra-ordinary writing Maria…🙂 Something one wants to read once and again…

    October 5, 2014 at 3:23 am

    • Thank you. Means a whole lot to me.
      I am glad you like it.🙂

      October 5, 2014 at 4:12 am

  6. Beautiful but painful…perhaps pain preserves beauty in itself…

    November 14, 2014 at 11:42 am

  7. miss.mysterious

    I am SPEECHLESS and it all YOUR fault😛 I LOVED it!
    Fav parts….
    How does it happen that a seemingly small wave envelops an entire universe in itself? How does Destiny fail Desire every time, and dreams turn to dust before reaching the realms of fulfillment?
    and
    until next time…
    EEeeee!😀

    June 18, 2015 at 5:13 pm

    • Hey thank you.. I just realized that I like it too. I wish to write like that again.. Glad you love it.🙂

      June 18, 2015 at 6:04 pm

      • miss.mysterious

        You can if you will and you will if you can.
        I know you CAN.
        So I’ll be waiting for a new post to comment on (although there are tonnes of posts I haven’t yet read XD)

        June 18, 2015 at 7:14 pm

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