“I can listen to the echoes from the past” she said.
“I’m thinking about you now” he confessed.
And went away.
Choices
When she slept on the grass, it seemed she were a plant. And if you’d pluck one of her leaves she’d no longer be able to express her pain.
When she slept on the winds, it seemed she were a cloud. And if there’s a storm she’d breakdown in happiness.
When she slept on a palm, it seemed she were a child. And if her mother returned she’d smile in her sleep.
When she slept in my eyes, it seemed she were aglow. And if the angels came, they’d burn in her flame.
When she slept inside me, it seemed she were awake. And if ever she were to wake up from the others, she promised she’d sleep inside me.
Light: An Introduction
He cracked one of his eyes in the most recent of the accidents. Some light escaped right inside his head through the chasms. It illumined some of his darker thoughts.
He learnt to smile.
People learnt to find assurance in his most casual of smiles.
… Until he blinked his eyes.
The Poetess & A Fool
She said she loved him because he was symbolical to a line that stretched to infinity from both sides of her life.
“A line does always start from a point”, she said. “… And then, it rolls on to places unknown on the opposite directions – to an ultimate unending. You’re just like that.”
“Well, that’s fine”, he replied “but I still don’t get why you love me. I mean, shouldn’t you rather fall in love with a line?”
“Actually, I had. There was a time when I loved the line passionately. But then, I came to realize that what I was really looking for in the line was some property in a man I could possibly fall in love with. And I kept searching until I found you.”
“So, you wouldn’t have loved me if I wasn’t … ummm… like a line?”
“O, what a foolish question. You couldn’t have been anything but a replica of the line. It’s your essence. I’d always love you.”
And for the first time, he felt sad that she loved him.
Food: An Introductory Tongue-twister
The docter who has to be treet himm was not good to Inglish. They want to made himm non-sense for the operation. He need to ordered “Chloroform” but he written insted “Chrorophyll”. When he injections himm he becomed green.
On sunny day, his kichen door locks.
A Journal on Time & Space
Yesterday, for the first time the night was dark. You were right! It really is beautiful. And very well designed too.
I remember the times you wanted to teach me the handicraft. Said I could too weave a blanket out of darkness. And I had kept stumbling in the blinding whiteness.
But it shan’t be wrong ever again. Yesterday I fixed your left eye to synchronize with the right. At last I can breathe in your darkness.
Yesterday, for the first time again the night is dark.
A Tragic Novel
There were no papers in his house. He wrote words on his guitar string. It took him a few years to complete his first novel.
One day, she took his guitar to render his favorite melody. Words from his novel shed like autumn leaves.
