This writing won’t replace the cold slabs under my stiff buttocks though it might make my indifference colder. There’s a competition between the stone and 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 the winter of my confinement will end but I won’t break until the end. This irks them the most. They are mere command following officials. 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 details them to watch over me, where in the vortex I dance with the victim.
Are you the victim, love 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 beastitly. Prison is the only place that harbours beasts and the 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 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!
I have not lived in reveries since you left, yet there have been instances when I think of the time when your presence danced around me. I could have felt you for life if you would have been a bit more manly when we parted. Let me tell you that this letter is not to remind me of a desolated state that you left me in, neither does it entreat you to come back to me. These things don’t mean much to me now. Continue reading A letter!
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
‘How many queens?’
Did you read the word ‘worship’?
Certainly you would have
I know a lot and I know nothing Continue reading Last Writing!
‘You have to go through all this.’ Sarah loved saying that to people, ‘Perks of being with me.’
‘I never objected that.’ He replied watching Sarah recline in her chair. The same chair that has been a trademark of every office, with steel legs to support the uncomfortable leather seat. Continue reading Fucking Besties!
‘I feel suffocated.’
‘Time, I suppose.’
‘How can you be suffocated by some medium. I mean time is a medium.’
‘Yes! And it’s not on my side. Not right now.’ Continue reading A Dialogue Within
‘Why do you suit yourself with such filth? You know that such women have God’s curse upon them’, he was asked.
‘If God has put her in this state and he bothers to curse her and not the lustful clients, then, she must be special. I find God in her!’ he replied.
Continue reading 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.
Where is it that you sniff on the boots of defeat like a hound of a hopeless clan. Dust fills his nostrils and blood falls like a red curtain, on the stage of all this drama, in his eyes. Have you seen a hound with blood in his eyes? Have you seen him shaking his head like a vehement serpent when dust fills up his snout and he growls it out on the same boots that were the mere source of dust. He eyes them now with same bloody anger that defeat brings after bringing you on your knees. Continue reading Dogs