Consciousness of his subconscious

Another of my futile attempts to tell the people of something they already know of owing to the fact that there is lot of intellectual development this century (pun intended).

A thought just entered while e-penning down this post..., the electronic media helps me in saving paper at the cost of energy, it helped in revolutionizing Egypt accrediting the legendary tweet that will be embossed in golden words on the “wall”.

Please I would like to remain undisturbed will be the the nightly prayer of his' very soon.

Tweet: Egypt’s mubarak wants to remain undisturbed.

She’s in his subconscious claiming to hold the entire executive system of his conscious.

(Subconscious a tricky term coined to part the conscious and the unconscious has a lot of strings attached given by Freud or Carl jung.) 

It begins hours after the fall of the sun into the abyss when he has entered into the dream state, arrives a princess donning a black-pink saree draped around her so gracefully her aura beaming his whole world with happiness, his heart pounding rapidly or rather a hair-raiser for him. The Brobdingnagian beauty makes her, his ultimate desire. The brightness her eyes shone every night would slowly transition him from subconscious to forever unconscious state. 

(The unconscious is the suppression or partial remembrance of the conscious activities.)

In the wee hours he wakes up to the reality that she isn’t wooable. He cries for her in anguish & destitute, and so he turns to soliloquy for he has no one to tell his feelings. His deplorable condition can vouch for his eternal love. The only thing befriending him is his hope a perpetual conscious activity. The incessant sobbing during the return of the sun from the bottomless pit indeed leads to a melancholic slumber.

The subconscious is considered to be a repository for socially unacceptable ideas, wishes or desires, traumatic memories, and painful emotions put out of mind by the mechanism of psychological repression. The repository at that moment was filled by the sole desire draped in a pink-black saree.

In his sopor he pries her why so much wrath so much ignorance and unfriendliness, juxtaposing questions whether she hates him or she wants him dead. His heart was broken completely, and the bitter consciousness of his subconscious was making his actual conscious anxious. He had reached a stage where separation from the very thought of not giving her what he had pledged to give would have landed him in the twilight zone of his unconscious.

Tweet: hosni has to give what the people want.

The sun is beaming brightly, pigeons tweeting (sarcasm) and spreading the word of awareness amongst others, at least they have someone to tell how they feel. The conscious awakening filled with guilt of losing a friend and the pain of never seeing, talking or even listening to her was becoming a daily suffering.

In the mid hours of the day a war between his conscious and subconscious results in subconscious beheading his conscious based on a universal fact imagination always wins over logical deductions, as the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. His desires and illogical demands swimming through the synapses located at the fringe of his conscious were able to crossover and wage a traumatizing war. 

Tweet: An unrest could be seen in the synapses of Egypt.

His preconceived notions regarding true love being reciprocated always, were shattered to pieces by his own conscious act. The overwhelming subconscious deeds clouded his rational conscious. His faculties were insulated to all the serenity of the world.

He lay subjected to his own subconscious parlances like a stone unturned. Meanwhile dusk had beset his surrounding with the delight of people planning a recreational activity after a day full of toil. He was industrious in the olden days but then those were the happy moments of his life. His present labor comprised of strife between his subconscious desire and conscious desire of growing and developing both emotionally and intellectually.

Tweet: Egyptians waging a silent war.

Like the impending darkness, a similar one had crept into him. His subconscious mind was blotting his soul with pain. Dry, falling leaves paved the way to his destruction. What went wrong his mind purged a question, was he always like this, a social “reject”. His insanities rising exponentially distressed his entire social being. Amidst this conscious poking, the creatures of night were squealing harmoniously orchestrating the symphonies of his destruction, and the devil below was ready to ring a knell...

Tweet: Finally Mubarak decided to step down.

P.S.: Owing to “his” unsound faculties I can just think of the words said by

Ariadne: You mind telling your subconscious to take it easy?

Movie: INCEPTION 2010