(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)

Doors. Open and Shut; Heavy and Light. Doors. Comrades; Confidantes; Teachers; Traitors.

William Blake found the secret of perception behind one of these. Aldous Huxley gathered the courage to unbolt his, and in addition to the power of perception, discovered the virtues of Heaven and the vice of Hell. Jim Morrison ventured deep inside, turned unhinged, remained within, and produced a melody immortal in its sweep and searing in its wake. Eckhart Tolle was a lucky man. To him was revealed the wide vista of man’s True Being.

Even Venky had his own door. Behind which he now exists in a grim and dour silence. A door which could have been his opening to fulfillment, bliss and contentment. A door to peace, pure love and life. A door opening which found himself face to face with his Ash. But in a startling moment it bolted shut leaving him alone.

S.L.A.M

(Word Count: 150)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #24 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.

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