A Dream...

She just walked. Her eyes having a mystic look, as if in a state of bliss or pain - you never can decipher that. Her robes were flowing white carried by the breeze like the crest of waves carry the frothy white. It was so sublime, her presence, that it seemed that she was floating through the flying dead leaves - she being the vortex of brewing mayhem around. If you hear from her ears, you would hear nothing but the low din of sharp cries that would wrench any one's heart. So, amidst those sharp and low cries with a blissful look in her eyes, she floated through the dead leaves. The trees around, the sky above, the earth below were a spectrum of ash grey. She kept walking. Towards no where.

The din of cries was giving way to loud bellows from far ahead. She did not know. It did not matter. Apart from the little twitch that her cheeks gave, she was calm and placid. Bellows approached closer and soon they had forms to them. Saffron bands, open mouths, blood shot eyes, swords and tridents. She stopped. They did not. Everything in her world fell quiet. There were no more bellows, no sharp yet low cries. Leaves were tracing anarchic path but did not ruffle. The wind did not whoosh and grey became murkier. Soon, they were all converging towards her. The tridents were lowered and pounding of chests greater.

Before the first metal could touch her, she wasn't there. It was like ether had her calmly inside it. Not a sound came from the mob. They were baffled. Colours returned. Breeze blew. Leaves ruffled. Apart from that, it was deathly quiet. From somewhere, a stream flowing through the wild cam towards them. It was slow and steady but gaining momentum. Howls of realization rented the air as it dawned upon them. Stream was blood red. It rose like it was a thin robe flowing on the wings of air. Nothing could stop it. Not their tridents, and not that saffron band. Engulfing them without the pity of contorted faces and cries of forgiveness - it vanished too.

Trees were green again. Breeze blew. And apart from few twittering birds, it was deathly quiet again.