Avatar - A Forest Blooming Winged Dreams

White elephants roam amid blue berry trees.
Violet daisies shed thousands of their petals over orange grass blades.
Black panther roars with its shining black skin gleaming under he blood red sun.
Rhinos it heir silvery horns over the ivory tufted trees.
And Night comes. It glows. The leaves, the flowersmthe berries,the honey combs, the grass sheet, the wild red eyes. Everything glows like a big emerad studded in a bigger sky.


You guessed it.
I have watched Avatar.



You have your dreams floating over the screen.

Million colors splattered before thin black glasses.

Bio luminesence glitters all around you.

Avatar is a big beautiful dream.

Still it is simply not a dream but a symbol for a mecilessly shattered dream that was a pity prey for an unstoppable greed of one species.




Dreams that existed as gold, coffee,oil,pepper, coal,water,tusk,spotted skin, fur, rocks, and whatsoever existed and by luck still exists .

Avatar is a cult symbol that tells the monsters are not those beasts in the jungle.
But those inside the black concrete jungle.
That the aliens are not outside the planet. But WE are now the Alien. for the countless species that exist in harmony in this small planet.

When the huge tree sheds its million leaf tears and falls as ashes before you you cry loud. No they did it. And they wont stop till they make a grave out of my land. Arent those crying blue long tailed monkeys none other than you and me?

Loose script with its stereotype characters. I can see it.
But the visual dream it paints creates a script on its own.

As any art form it has flown from the hands of its creator and whirls on the blue sky like a majestic falcon.

Avatar, simply is a giant blue lotus floating in a multiplex near you.