Poor people wander

Some stupid sentimental beings continue to suffer the turmoil of the story knowing not that the story is already over!!! Poor are they... 

As they realise that the story ended, they keep wandering knowing not where to seek refuge, knowing not whether they are breathing the reality or fantasy. They are poor people. They are poor people. They know not. And they keep wandering knowing not... 

Their bosom fumes beneath.

Crap

A blog is not your wife, you rogue!

Who would listen to all your bloody impulsive non-sense you bark when you are out of senses. Go to hell, you!

To the little one

Here the answer goes,

"What I am searching is what your mother didn't give me, girl."

And, I seldom respond to emotional impulses. 

Thanks.

Do you know that man?

That man can dance other than keep crying! Have you ever seen him dance?

That man used to smile wholeheartedly, other than critiquing from head to toe! Have you ever seen him smiling?

That man used to 'live' in holy smoke and wine, other than losing himself in them over the losses he incurred over time! Have you seen him 'living'?

That man knows to flirt 'intellectually', other than keep loving the queens of the past! Have you ever known the flirt in him?

That man used to pray alone in empty mosques, other than re-reading and questioning the verses of 600s! Have you ever seen him communicating with your God?

That man used to dream Prophets and Pharaohs, other than carving characters from real life for his reels! Have you seen him dreaming? Have you ever seen his dreams?

That man loves to cook, other than staying hungry all the day. Have you ever seen him in the kitchen?

That man can passionately love the wilder kind, though he used to wish to love and live with the submissive. Have you any idea of his deep love for a wilder woman?

That man used to leave himself to the mighty waves in the ocean, other than moving his all day dry! Have you seen him playing, mating and meditating in the seas for hours together?

If you haven't, yet, there lived such a man who died lately!

Heavenly confluences

The moment of confluence in his life took off on an April 11th. And that was an innocently pure and honestly beautiful confluence, probably predestined, probably a result of his Karma. He was very poor at remembering dates, yet remembered that date. But, as times passed by, the reminiscences helped him not to cure himself, his soul; for his inner core started to believe that his soulful mate born to be with him, is already lost in pursuit of inner peace and respect. He fails to help himself as the time pass by...

Neither the moments of his entire past nor the volatile present succeeded in curing him. Looks like, heavenly confluences happen only once in a lifetime, and you must not ask for more, but keep wandering like a ghost!

He is going home, to sleep deep.

He is going home, to sleep deeply.
And, as he wakes up, he will be weightless.

He will no longer be holding on to those beautiful fantasies that used to ruin his nights, days and loneliness. As he wakes up, there will no longer be the traces of those characters who loved him and left him before even he could realise! And, he will no longer be able to sense the voices and fragrances of those characters, living and dead, who passively evolved him! And, there will no longer be the ripples of the vibrancy and impulses that reformed him, and that constructed and destructed him, time to time. He will wake up brand new.

He is going back to Him once again, hopefully for the last time, wishing to be healed. He was healed neither by the queen of the mighty woods nor by the queen of the small town. Yet, he was grateful to them all, forgiven them all, though they did no wrong. When he wakes up this time, within him there will be no stories, no characters, no fascinations, no fantasies; and certainly no aura of those pure beings he met, which he imbibed while being with them and kept crypto deep within so as to live when they all leave. But, this time, he will wake up for a lifetime, fresh.

As he wakes up, he is expected to be a new-born kid. But, the kid who lived within him in the bygone times would be no more. But, it is fine. He won't feel his heart heavy anymore, for he will wake up empty, yet fresh...

He is going home, to sleep deeply. He used to try harder to let go of things and people and got tired, but as he wakes up this time, he will forget all those people. He will no longer have to try harder for anything... He would be free of everything and everyone.

He used to wander for months and years thinking how drastically the people who touched his soul changed! But, as he wakes up this time, he himself would become the grand change and an event of changes. Probably, his change would be the best of all those changes he has witnessed and eventually became a victim of! But, as he wakes up, he would not know what changes he has seen in his yesterday's. In fact, he knows not his yesterdays. He will be the brand new!

He is going home, to sleep deeply.
And, as he wakes up this time, he would not be carrying the burden of the sacrifices he has done in the bygone times. He would not be able to feel his pride of having touched, felt, and intertwined with pure souls in his bygone times, though miserably wept all the time as they all left! And, as he wakes up this time, he would not be remembering the promises he made to people, the gratitude he had for people, the time he spent for people. In fact, his time starts as he wakes up.

He used to sleep only when he feels like, yet at any possible place. But, this time, he will allow himself to sleep wherever advised by Him, in whichever time, as an obedient child. Because, this time, he innocently wishes to be free. Thus, he is going home, to sleep deeply.
And, as he wakes up, he will be weightless...

He is smiling now, dreaming of sleeping deeply...!
But, he knows not that as he wakes up this time, he would not be able to dream anymore, would not be able to feel anything anymore. But, it's fine. He just needs to sleep now for a peaceful tomorrow.
And, he is going home, to sleep deeply.
And, as he wakes up, he will be weightless...

May I seize?

Sometimes, I long to seize thee, mercilessly.
But then, I recapitulate, that seized ones stay not for long.
Peace... Silence... Please...

A letter to dad

You'll have to save this kid one more time, dad.
I'm sorry, for I couldn't help it even this time, dad.
I know that you're getting older,
Knows that I must give you peace of mind.
I wish to pay back for all you've done for us, the family.
But, give me little more time, dad.
Like Renato said to Malena,
"From now on I'll be at your side. Forever, I promise. Just give me time to grow up."

Let me be alright, dad.
Help me one more time, dad.
Just one last time.
I won't let you down anymore, dad.

I might come to you one more time.
Help me one last time, dad.
One last time...

The pledges of the night.

Tonight, I pledge not to seek further refuge to another soul.
Tonight, I pledge to be contended with what I have and what comes in my way.
Tonight, I initiate myself to be a normal man, as my dad advised lately.

Let me move.

The vulnerable man

What he was in need of the most was what he was deprived of the most!
And thus, he was destined to be vulnerable!

Fate.

Adios

Adios

Revelation

What one lacks is what one seeks.

And, thus, people navigate from people.

And, fails to settle.

Fear - The only bad omen!

I've known losses, every time I loved.
I've to fret enough as they all left,
Enraged as they shifted from my axis, effortlessly.
All was well,
Until I sensed fear beneath.

The day you start feeling fear towards her,
It fore-sights a massive destruction of the beautiful magic - love.
I am afraid of fear.
The only bad sign - fear.

Fear is a bad omen,
That rules out future, between man and woman.
I am afraid of fear.
And, I have seen deaths because of it.

To the Almighty, if ever you exist,
I seek thou refuge tonight, and forever.
Let not fear be planted in my tomorrows,
For I have known losses, enough, because of it.
For I have derailed and wrecked, because of it.
In such a way that I can't afford more.
Guard me.

Let fear remain afar... Not on my way, please.
I am afraid of fear.

Almighty, if you plant fear within me, yet again,
Trust me, you will see my forefathers cursing your omnipresence and omnipotence, from their graves.
Then, you will be diminished to a carefully crafted idle God made of rock,
And I would become a carefully crafted disaster made of your cruel creatures' efforts to survive! Of the daughters of Eve!

Let fear remain afar...
I can't live with corpses.
Guard me.
And, give them insights.
For they shall remain as corpses neither within me nor within many pure souls of this beautiful Earth.
Give them insights, for I can't live with corpses.
Guard me.

I am afraid of fear.
I seek refuge from fear.
Guard me.

She put on weight!

I am carrying you with me, throughout.

You know what, dear?

You seem to have put on weight these days...!