idol maker's dream...

The lump of earth dumped near the haystack,
Just outside his shanty,
Kind of kept him restless
From the moment it arrived...

Last night, when it rained,
He jumped out of his cot,full of vermin...
And ran outside fast
To cover the lump by a plastic sheet
For he was afraid that the earth might get washed away...
He covered the lump neat, putting weight on the plastic,
To prevent it from being carried away by the whiff of wind blowing...

After covering it, he almost caressed the lump,
As if he was caressing a new born dressed in plastic!

This morning,
Even before the sun woke up,
He woke and uncovered the mound...
And kept staring at the lump, moist, for sometime...

Then like a priest, he readied himself for the occasion,
He bathed, he prayed,and wore his blessed apron, mud stained...and streaks of color here and there;

Then he touched the mound...
He touched the cold lump
And thought he was going to transfer his energy and soul to it...
He touched the lump
As if he was god, providing life to the lifeless,
As if...
He was the eternal lover
Sending across the passion of love-
To ignite passion the same in the coldest thing on earth!

He loved the mound...
He caressed it...
He poured his all
As the day waned to become the night...

And when the sun got set finally,
He lighted a taper
And touched the woman mound ...
Now he thought, he should make the woman beautiful...
He imagined all the beauteous forms on earth-
The perfect physical beauty of a woman,
Divine, pure, virgin...
He dreamt of an angel in her simple nudity
Standing in front of him with all her beauty shameless...
He just dreamt...
As he worked, sweaty, muddy, tired,
In the impregnable darkness
Slightly modified by a taper,
Flickering all the time...

The evening became night,
And the chill in the air set in...
But he kept on working...
As if he had only one dream to long for...
And a singular journey to make;

He shivered a bit by the nip in the air,
He, of course, felt hungry and tired,
But who can prevent an impassioned, lustful man from his art of pleasure?
So he worked till the darkness waned even...
And the morning arrived slowly like a graceful charm,
Making the taper redundant;

When he finished,
He just looked at the beauty
-Standing infront of him,
And smiling perhaps,
As if pleased by his burst of passion...satiated...

He just looked
At his woman,
The woman he made...
He felt
Sleepy and terribly hungry
And remembered he hadn't eaten for several hours...
He thought he had become the divine lover...
He thought
It was time, finally, to sleep...





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