The Rose Inlaid

United States
January 10, 2007 11:32pm CST
As long as I can remember, I have had a recurring dream. Most of the time it is a pleasant dream but sometimes can turn nightmarish. I dream that I am wandering through a grand home, searching for something, I never know what. The drapes are rich velvets as are the furnishings. There are grand pianos, the hallways meander from room to room. I am looking through drawers, boxes, anything I can. Always in the dream the house at some point starts a decline, the floors become unstable, there are holes in the walls and ceilings, the drapes and furniture become moth eaten and dusty. Sometimes I will find a fire in a room, at which point I wake. With that being said a few years ago I came across a piece of prose written by Abhjit Sagnik Sengputa. It was as if he had taken my dream and put words to it. I simple was in awe. I hope you all enjoy it also. I would love a discussion on the piece with those of you who enjoy this kind of thing. The Rose Inlaid Blue wasn't blue Behind the old kettle and rusty cannon stood the old bolts and brass mirrors, curtains and mahogany doors Shackled... Shackled words of history roam inlaid ivory...chipped china...incomplete hide the midnight romance the old artist Cadence of his chisle on stone. Blue wasn't blue Saw the death Shot in the head Behind the smoke..marble turned red Breathing the same sunset bleeding inks calligraphy...history Inlaid Shackled wasn't his dream yet...escape with me, my wondering steps Roaming the continents to another century Near the fireplace Sagnik were you fell asleep last night Take the dry rose to her wipe away her tears Who knows it may bloom again The old artists last wish forgotten Behind the fortress She'll untie her hair Sparkles of 'pendant between her restless cusps Candles kisses embroidered velvets of her forbidden love Go Sagnik go, take the rose while they both still wait.
3 people like this
3 responses
• United States
11 Jan 07
Angel, It is clear to see how you are able to interpret the dream to fit with the poem. The poem is very beautiful with haunting touches of sadness. In my opinion (which counts for very little, mind you!), it seems that you are searching (perhaps for your "faith path"), and finding faults with each new path you come across - this could be totally unconscious. This may not be true - you could be seeking something totally different; as in a new job, new lover, new house, new whatever, and finding faults with each one of them. Good Luck on your Journey ~donna
2 people like this
• United States
12 Jan 07
I am never quite sure of what I am searching for in these dreams, not even sure if it matters to me at the time. And you hit the nail on the head the head about the poem being haunting and sad. The houses that I am roaming though certainly are. The only time I wake and feel anxious over the dream is when the dream takes a turn towards being nightmarish. I appreciate your comments,Thank you.
2 people like this
@Script (592)
• Australia
15 Jan 07
It is a very beautiful poem veiled in sadness, but heartbreakingly beautiful. I have never read any poetry written by Abhjit Sagnik Sengputa, but I am taking notes and will look up some of his work. Dreams are incredible manifestations! I love thinking about the subconcious that turns up in our dreams. I think from how you are describing your dream it is indead a journey as 'kitchen' said. Fire in dreams represents transformation on many levels. It can suggest that something old is passing and something new is entering your life. I guess it's kind of a metaphor for transformation. You're not being burnt by the fire so I'm thinking that whatever transformation is occuring (if indeed there is one!) then you have it under control. It kind of makes sense though in the context of searching through this huge old house, in drawers and boxes. Then it is you see everything old, perhaps representing the past. Then the fire, representing transformation. Anyway, just my amateur opinion on symbolism in dreams. I'd love for anyone else out there to offer an opinion also. And thankyou for sharing this dream...
@laltu86 (1249)
• India
28 Mar 07
A very nice and touchy poem i would say , mixed with the valoures of sadness and pain it has the hint of lights also. Dreams like the one yuo just told is not very common with me, but its very dillucinating one i guess.
• United States
31 Mar 07
Thank you laltu, This is by far one of my favorite pieces of prose. the author has some astounding work. I sometimes enjoy my dream of rambling old houses as I said before but they do always turn sad.