Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Angels of the Apocalypse

Send me an angel.Just any goddamn kind will do. A recount of all the angels I've seen, makes for good introspection.Or is it just me again under the influence feeling like Alice falling through the rabbit hole,waiting for the black pit at the other end (with my karma it can't be anything else but that).
So,tally-ho and here we go!(I approve hounding small furry cuties to their death, I eat babies for lunch.)

The Angel With The Curls. TIMELINE:3 years past the event
She was the first human the Sandman remembers to have spilt the milk of human kindness on him.Some FSOBs pushed the Sandman(they knoweth not the wrath they have unleashed,chun-chun maroonga) who fell over some flowerpots grazing himself.The Sandman looked up into the eyes of an Angel,a face with curly locks veiling the Kindness.A hand reached up,though the hurt to find another.(I know too mushy goin, more mako later)

The Angel With The Brand. TIMELINE:4 years past the event
Sandman remembers this one particlarly well.Why not since this contact goes back the furthest and has played the part of a finely poised fulcrum.
A sunny day ;the Sandman plays in the dust n grit of the arid Indians plains(not building sandcastles thank you, thats for more mature introspective years).The Sandman sees the slide in front of him as a shimmering peak and in that tender age when you are only afraid the guy who picks lil kids and sends them to drama school(yeah, the progenitor said that.Explanations have not been asked ....yet).However inspite of his awe ,the Sandman proceeds to get on its top step over step;he can see the wind making the leaves swirl and the cracks the earth and those little tufts of grass fighting as Life against the white hot sun.The ground feels so far way ,the crystal heart of the Sandman misses a beat as he sees the smooth polished surface of the slide with the sunrays of an unblinking sun glinting off it. The slide seems to stretch to infinity ,the small patch of sand at the landing seems to be a shimmering mirage in the horizon.
*dream theater guitar solos in the background,make for an even better memory*
And then she gives me courage to make that slide of faith .

Angel with the Golden Voice. TIMELINE: 5 years past the event
Do you remember the first time you were wrongly hurt? Do you remember the first time you had ice cream or the first friend you made on your way to school?She was the Sandman's Jenny.
The Sandman cannot forget the first sight of her, when one shimmering evening the Angel with the Brand took him to her friend's house past the garden with the purple dahlias.The Sandman opened the door to find an Angel in white coming down the stairs. Sometimes, when the Sandman retires into his mind he can still see her walking down the stairs towards him in slow motion ,her dress moves in snow white ripples contrasting with the strange stillness in her eyes.

Fast-forward 11 years;a news reel flashes 5..4..3..2..1... dusty dusks spent indoors as partners in crime, running after her as she sped away on her bicycle, spending hours arguing over Barbie and GI Joe, getting hurt in kabaddi matches only to find her tending me,sleeping dog-tired on the sofa together after a tiring Durga Puja party, listening to her riyaaz , showing off a newly picked up tune on the keyboards,getting into fights over silly things and making up, staying at her house for days when shifting,going to high school- walking back together,
finding she's grown up into the prettiest girl in school,finding she has no time for Sandman, resenting it,accepting it,getting separate interests n drifting away,
bumping into each other and being awkward,the first crush and it can only be she,
the angel goes away for a year,making up again and finding that they still bond,
The Sandman being told he has to move and she already knows, crying together, the last party and the last walk together down her lane...................

The Dark Angel:404 error

I've been searching for you
I've heard a cry in my soul
I've never had a yearning like this before
All of my life where have you been?
I wonder if I will see you again

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