Its still running on my mind the picture, the horrifying picture. Her tears pouring down her cheeks, her hands holding him with all her strength. Continue reading
She looked at him longingly, at the way things were. Emotionless and void of feelings, and yet inbetween them passed a billion senses that interwove the understanding that this was not just a game. It was something more, wholly catastrophic she sensed. She wanted to put her defenses up but how could she? His defenses were higher, she knew it but still, every time he looked at her; she felt something fatalistically unsolveable. He clung onto her, she felt. He didn’t want to let go and something terrible caught her chest. It throbbed. Because in that mere miniscule of a moment, she clung onto him wholeheartedly and realized: that no matter what she did. She would grasp him in his entire being and form. Continue reading
Every time he spoke about the future
she always said,
“Yes, if I live that long”
or something along those lines.
He looked at how life was back then.
Late night calls, that went till the sun came up.
Even if there was nothing to talk about,
the least they would do is make up an argument just to talk about something.
Life is a rose.
How long it will last no one knows.
Because death is something God will choose,
it’s something you can not accuse.
What’s a burning desire? It is the motivation that makes you work, suffer, dance, cry, and shout at the same time and also to stand up for what you want and the belief that you can achieve your dreams. It’s when someone engages in an activity so much that it becomes what he always thinks about, talks about and dreams about.
To some, it would have had a category. Others would go the extra mile in trying to give it the form of life calling it a he, or even probably a she – except that it was not. It was imperatively impossible to name a thing which was alive; but not wholly alive. It breathed in air and exhaled it too, just like any ordinary human who would. Except it was not. It was just a thing; a thing which existed throughout the world. The city. It had that perfect; yet unsated mystery by which everyone was intrigued by and wanted the yearn to know; the deep-seated grasp of wanting more to learn about the “thing” which captivated. To have; it was the naïve art of its soul. Oh, yes! It had a soul. It had a spirit. Continue reading
Speaking about women; has always delighted me because; I myself, come from a long line of strong women in my family, but if everyone knew what it was like to be a woman back in the day, you would be amazed and here, I am empowering the woman as she ought to be appreciated in high regards and honor beyond limits, To be, totally honest with the people who do not understand why it is important to write about this is because (women used to suffer cruelly unlike today.)