Editorial

Of lamps and chandeliers…Of Poetic Dreams and dream-poetry

Since I dreamt of lamps and chandeliers last night, I woke up late, late to the rising of russet, pink, orange, green and azure designs that bobbed in the brightness of a bickering morning! The chandeliers that decorated my dream spoke of an articulate violation of poesy, a heresy of the soul when in an enigmatic night, I left you to savour the delights of a dangling, magnified lovestory. Lamps that enfolded perspicacity in green bottles, valour in wombs of Antiquity Blue, lamps in Turkish Angora colours and Maroon mousse droplets that shivered with decadence and hope! Dream-poetry among the pendant chandeliers, in the studded splendour of the wall lights and in the intricacies of chandeliers that infected that ceilings of my desire with faded, glimmering stances of dubious hope- everything created a honeycomb of lights, into the strange petalled dandelion flakes, turning citrine in hue as the night and dreams both became darker and deeper. Chandeliers have their own sense of assurance, with a tangled humour that freaked out into the dimmed chocolate-colored vapours of the night!

The dream-fettered clusters melted and touched the skin of the lamp, the brightness that evaporated into a charming, sensual grace where I felt your drowsy, clove-smelling heaving sensation on my lips! The succulent mornings stored claustrophobia no more, as I could breathe, live, touch and feel- not through the curvy rims of the dream, but through the affirmation that LOVE prevails!

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Sreetanwi Chakraborty