From Rainy: My Friend & Philosopher www.amazon.co.in
The cock crows thrice. He awakes in the moonlit room staring at the fan. Power cut. Sweat trickles down his neck onto the pillow. Opening the front door he walks out into the night and sits on the wall. These are the days of recompense. And the nights merely intermission between truth and lies. A snake weaves its way across the grass momentarily raising its head as it passes and then disappears into the shadows followed by the call of a night jar from the tamarind tree.
He searches in his pocket for the phial, breaks it and empties the contents into his mouth. Senses careen between the shadows and lunarscape as he lies down on the wall watching the sky and dreaming of eternity.
On a full moon night no one sees the stars.© Mark Ulyseas, September 22, 2012