Friday - The Farewell Day

God gave us enough rain to lose ourselves,

Gifted us with a beautiful cave to intertwine together, 

Blessed us with the chariot for us to traverse through the lands, during the rains and to keep the time. 

Fortunately or unfortunately, 

We became losers, in such a way that we deserve no second chance. 

Unfortunate.

Thus, on another Friday, 

I mark my exit from your timeline too. 

Thanks and regards.

The last words

My last words to the one and only magical woman I have ever met:

"And, on this very Friday,
I mark my exit from your timeline.
With impeccable rage, helpless guilt, and unconditional love,
I am backing off.
May God bless you to stay safe.
Take care."

Today

For many times,
I have wept enough,
Due to the unfortunate events gifted by women.
They took all of me in little time, having given me a little of their time.
Rather, I gave them my entire self, soul and vacuum.
End of the day, they all left!
And, I stood alone.
But today, I wish to smile.
Today, I deserve a smile.
In one word I can summarise this impeccable life - Tragedy
But today, I am learning to free me,
And will define the life as "beautiful"

I am quitting

Soulmate,
I know that I should back off,
That I must not be a hurdle,
That I should not let you bothered.
I know.

From this night,
I am quitting.
Still, I assure you my voice, my breath, my stories, my everything,
But, upon your call.

From this night,
I am starting,
To learn to inhibit.

Best of Luck, Mariyaan!

The omen

The lustre is lost, for you are gone.

The profound serene smile within is faded,

For you are gone.

But my pride, the eternal pride, is that which remains, 

For I have had merged with your pure soul once... 

And, trust me, the pride will remain within forever,

For I have had merged with your pure soul once...

But, premature death is an irony, right? 

A bad omen for tomorrows, right?

Pray for me, for I won't collapse.

Your prayers will be heard, I know.

The most beautiful?

When people talk, words are beautiful.
When people narrate stories, visuals are beautiful.
When people mate, every breath is beautiful.

No title

I thought you were my wife.
Yes, my wife.
And, you were.
Then, what happened?

I am all alone.

Friday!

It is Friday,
The only day I have for me.
And, where are you?
How am I complete without you?
Pointless Fridays...

Pray for me, mate.

Pray for me, soulmate.

I am praying for you every time I pass a mosque, for your wellbeing.

Pray for me too, please.

I know, it is all the cycle.

Like I envisioned in the graveyard, after my first death,

"Cruelty triumphs,

Victims weep.

Then, they rise up-

Shedding their left over-

"essence".

Everyone reaching him,

From then,

Will turn out to be victims.

And thus, a victor is born.

And thus, a sadist is born.

And the crime chain moves on."

It is all the cycle of events.

Fortunately or unfortunately,

No one can blame the other,

For no one knows who started it.

I tried with all my senses not to be in the cycle.

But, mercilessly, failed.

Maybe, the balance of the universe is to be accomplished this way.

Like my murderer then, today, I too feel like I am not guilty.

It is all the cycle.

It is all the cycle.

Forgive me for I have hurt your beautiful aromatic soul.

I knew not that I too would become a part of the cycle, though I foresighted it.

I thought I was wise, but, I was not.

Forgive me.

And, pray for me.

I just loved you.

I could only love you.

But, now, amid this night,

Somewhere beneath, I sense fear,

Fear of being dangerously alone.

I am not desperate, soulmate.

You know better.

But, I am afraid amid night.

But, I am afraid amid night.

Somewhere beneath...

Pray for me too.

Please.

Statement on sex

Sex is not an act.
It is a way of life, a philosophy.