Showing posts with label horse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horse. Show all posts

Friday, August 10, 2012

His Disappearance

He disappeared exactly 5 years ago. He was gregarious, wide-eyed, spirited, and anything but astute. He just disappeared. What filled the space he left was a silence; one that he tried to make a return to and replace, but only making it as far as to the point of disappearing again. He probably plans to send a string of communications to everybody and everything he held so close, to make for the silence - one for each day of the silence. These, he intends, will be the maps to his 'erred' path; maps with hints to find him who feels lost even to himself.

To you whose flame ever mingled with his, you'll know him better than words can express. When burning, he never flinched. When drowning, he did so without regrets. Even ones who ever held his hands or shared a smile or a kiss will know him better than these words.

He had once tried telling me a story, but he was getting late for other things. Now his narratives choke with the dust that has collected with times. He has grown forgetful, and experience has almost withered away. There are trees in dense forests, swaying in peace, thanks to his 'unpresence' in these years, yet those swaying trees wish he were there in all his menacing presence.

Endless pages remain blank in anticipation of some lofty narrative, which a sad impulse tells might never come.
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Sunday, April 08, 2012

what a sad horse

What a little tease this subconscious of mine is. Its almost tragic to be living when the best I could do is bring myself somewhere to the fringes of the dreamworld that I find myself visiting almost daily; nothing beats it, as an impromptu survey on my daytime obsession finds me piecing together the facts, and (mostly) a deeper fuss into the conscious input behind the digestive after-effects of the subconscious.

It gets annoying. Googling for the meanings is futile. Either someone is trying to make a business out of our dreams, or trying to push their own moral code behind our visual imagery, or just quoting Freud-types who generalized deductive logic, or just trying to copy (needless, crappy) content to their pages.
A horse symbolizes freedom, power, and sexual energy. Very well. But what when the horse is spraying me with bullets from his Colt, or trying to kill a dog that I just rescued, or in collusion with a mutt who would devour me once I'm hit by the pheromone capsule that the horse keeps for alternate ammunition? [in the end i cleverly trick the horse into aiming the capsule at himself - now the mutt’s unleashed on its own master]

It is, however, entertaining trying to work it out with friends, much like a puzzle. Their unsatisfactory take and your unsatisfactory take combine into great ridiculous mutations. Slapping Freud and Jung around. [wish the army would rather be into this than their excess drinking on weekends] I remember a (single) friendship taking seed from this engaging activity, but then I also see that my persistence in my active group would, conversely, lead to loss of many.
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

An Equine's caress

Navigated by a little village girl
into a pastoral setting next to the river -
a field, two storks pecking for their lunch; and
a white horse assiduously grazing on
a mostly barren patch of land dry and inglorious
The horse himself bears a glorious mane and swell body.
I near in my hippie frenzy,
and reach out anxiously
The caress on his soft fur, the bristles of his mane,
those emotive eyes seem to convey a strange, sedate expression.
He isn't scared of me,
for once the equines have see me in acceptance,
I feel elevated up the Maslow's hierarchy, towards self-actualization.

Snuggling up to me, bowing subserviently...
Have I, today, tamed the beast with a single touch?
I make a larger and confident motion across its glorious fur,
now that it has turned and faces me sideways.
Its movement, however, doesn't cease
and on his axis he keeps on turning till the hind now faces me.
The little girl remarks on his cantankerous disposition
before I realise what is to come.
And I leap and twist
as it leaps in a graceless motion himself.
The two hooves well versed in this technique
manage to catch only vacuum this time,
but in a parallel universe I am very much in pain.
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