Thursday, August 09, 2007

I dreamt of rain last night.....


I dreamt of rain last night. Sheets and sheets of water drenching me to the skin. A storm brewing. The thrill of shattering vibrations. Strands of lightning licking the midnight sky. Splashes of sizzling electricity slicing the darkness.
The storm calms me. I like the serenity I feel inside with all the energy I feel outside. Life-giving energy, life-taking energy, violent energy. I feel a kick in me. A sudden one, a strong one and I want to move, sway, with the rhythm of the water, feel it on my body. Touching me like someone’s hands. I like how it feels on my skin, rolling and sliding.
There is profound elation. I don’t know why? Its all so real. I feel the energy transferred to me. Am I willing the heavens to open? Willing them to pour their essence into me? I can feel the energy in my sleep and I remember wanting to wake up and see the rain.
It rained this morning!

17 comments:

Mystic Wait said...

heyy buddy... it is very nice. I am sure you are enjoying the rain... don't ask for more though, coz weather God has been a bit more generous this year in many parts of the world...lol

xoon said...

very nice and strong starting.....quite intersting....would have loved to read more.....rain really seems to make u happy.....

Mayurdeep Baruah said...

SPOT ON :D

Noyon Jyoti said...

happy rain drenchin...

remembers me of something... but i dunno what

puja said...

rain..huh????the pitter patter of the splashes on the rooftop..makes my mind travel back home..i just long to have a whiff of the after rain smell of the earth.....the soil of asom...gr8 stuff jyoti!!!!...write some more....

JazZmo said...

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

Hey Jo-T !
Í'm always in a lookout for a nice n cool rainy atmosphere to creep in....
I simply love the sight...
Dark clouds trying to make their way.... pushing aside the hot sunny day !!
Bringing down the holy water from the heavenly sky...
Making sure that the dried up lands remain no more dry !

...hmmmmm... by the way, any idea how a Rain Dance is performed ??

Mridul said...

Like I said before, the way you describe your imaginations takes me right on the line which defines the transition of dreams into reality! I don't read your words, I see them, I feel them & I feel myself there, right there, in the night with my river of dreams. My current hibernates, and I find myself somewhere between your words while you describing the night and shining armor of the beautiful rain of zeal & energy!

All in all, amazing piece of work!

Keep it up buddy :-)

samiran_bordoloi said...

beautifully composed...made me feel wat she was tryin to convey...hatts off....

noxzit said...

If you find yourself in the rain , then perhaps you already sense what is happening,i already feel it inside.the inner energy IS indeed da key, my friend! & 1ce u undrstnd urself completely, u wudn't b bothered abt da rest... coz den, there will b NO rest... everythin is just WITHIN u... so wen u want changes 2 happen, u know whr 2 start... jst dream about it and it will always rain in the morning ..What goes around comes around ..hmm.... Something like "shub shub bolo"..

Cool
Keeping The Good Vibe alive..

veerapans nani said...

Thinkin is for self joy, Xpression is for others joy, like the idea of makin others happy . . .freeze

Zorba said...

ummm....is that YOU in the picture?

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Laxmiprasad Rath said...

Rain reminds many people of many a thing. For me, the best rain-related (or say, rain-drenched) memories are also related to the game of soccer. Only those who have been there, done that can understand what it is like to play soccer on a water-logged field (with not more than two inches of water in places, not the entire field) while it is still raining. Sounds unromantic? No way, it is romantic. Ask me.

There is, of course, another kind of memory---that of sitting on a low wall on the college campus and enjoying the drops all over one's body, and singing those beautiful lines from the Gulzar-Bhupen Hazarika album, Main aur Mera Saya. The lines go something like this:

...
Bijlee ki taaron se jhoolti boondein,
Soch rahi hai kya meri hi batein...

That was an out-of-the-world feeling.

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Anonymous said...

Jyoti Basera...
jaise kaali andhiyari raat k baad ho jaaye savera...
kalam aisi chalaye ki shabdo ka sunehra jaal bun jaaye...
aisi vichardhara ki aapke vicharo se pyar ho jaaye..:) Tee Hee...

N now, if you thought im one of those champu biharis after reading this, then no Mademoiselle, although i cant write as well as you do, i think im pretty neat. :) So this one came up just to bring a smile on the writer's face (i hope it worked) who i think has written something beautiful... The mystic feel it leaves behind is the most beautiful thing about this piece. Lovely Ms. Frost! :) Looking forward to your next post.

Anonymous said...

I would appreciate more visual materials, to make your blog more attractive, but your writing style really compensates it. But there is always place for improvement

Paraphernalia said...

Sure...will try and work on that :)