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Love

Love for a lifetime is not essential if you had a single day to feel love of a lifetime

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A Mere Smile

What knowledge would teach
about this swelling beauty
that makes a gaze pure
over lips cascading slow
A mere smile, a lover’s paradise
Nothing exists beyond or before
a dying oldman’s ‘cherish’
Swiging along the swinging chair
A mere smile, a lover’s paradise
Not age nor prudence
and all books in the study,
with sweet tales of ecstacy
could meet the horizons of
A mere smile, a lover’s paradise
Hushed serenity that jolts,
running inside, coupling
joy with dancing happiness,
an achievement a trophy,
A mere smile, a lover’s paradise

Words from Prison

Dear,

This writing shall not replace the cold slabs under my stiff buttocks though it won’t make my indifference colder. Here we have a competition between stone and a man’s perseverance. You must have heard about ice over oceans which gets harder against harsh winters. These slabs are water and I’m the ice. I don’t know when this winter of my confinement will end but I won’t break until the end. This irks them the most. They are mere officials who follow commands. Hard working young men, trying to break me everyday but failing. I hate to see them exhausted and angered when they throw me in this isolated cell for revolting with my silence. They are not at fault. They exist in the same whirlpool that keeps me confined and makes them watch over me, where in the vortex I dance with the victim.

Are you the victim, love of my life? I might be a loathed rapist but the implications have made me a thinker and transformed thought into word. What a wonderful experience it is to be disgusted in courts and public and papers as a perpetuator of beastiality. Prison is the only place that harbours beasts and these inmates respect me in the most heinous ways. I don’t stay with them because I’m not one of them but they don’t know. No one knows that but me and you darling. I can taste blood in the corners of my mouth from yesterday’s punch by the prison warden. My bones creak under the flurry of batons. But I sit alone, in the calm,  memorising these words to write them on a paper until I’m provided with one. I see you in the dark. I see ‘Me’. You are the best con of my life but I’m the artist this world doesn’t dare to see.  I’m coming! And I would love to see the look in your eyes when you see me. You won’t be scared I know, but the look of defeat in your eyes and impatience for the next plan to throw me back would be my ecstasy. I’m coming! Alive? I don’t know but life has never been a medium for me. Just a life imprisonment more and I will be there. You know what I would have become by then. You out of all the people know that well. Convey it to whom it concerns. Prepare yourself before I put these words on the first paper I find. Prepare yourself for I’m coming!
Yours

Thought 

I have met women and seen them in wondrous joys and bursts of romance, some in the veils of shyness covered by a thick line of dust. I have met men who deserve to be called men with their fine composure of manliness, yet I have seen few weeping like a nursed child.I gave myself in to all and they were scared. They are all scared. We are all scared.
There’s a woman who breaks herself free from the bounds of society but cannot break free from the bounds of her heart even if she transforms her body. Continue reading Thought 

A Good Boy!

He saw her somewhere across the street. Her presence took Sarim over with a deep sensation; but before this sensation, he felt a void, a moment when you stop feeling the world around you; where you stop feeling whether you are alive or life is just an illusion. After that feeling comes a feeling of euphoric orgasm, which, no words on paper have ever succeeded to explain. It was her face, smiling, laughing and forming the perfect countenance among the dark brown of her hair with traces of golden streaks. He could see it, the face, across the street, through the mist gathering on the windshield of his car. Continue reading A Good Boy!

Bullets and Thoughts

The platoon had returned in full but not all faces were responsive after the bloody romance of life and death. The robust machine gunner from 1st section had perished while providing cover to the rest and platoon commander was now observing the contents of ‘K.I.A’ form with a hint of seriousness that had taken him over after the recently. It was a mighty task to fill the name of a comrade on the list of causalities for him. Having the rank to his name for some time now, Captain, at first, was unsure about his inclusion into the messed up affair of counterinsurgency operations by the higher command as he had shown a few skills of staff work and had aimed at serving in the peaceful belly of the rear headquarters but now one casualty and three wounded being written by his hands, stated Continue reading Bullets and Thoughts