Thursday, 22 November 2018
Monday, 12 November 2018
Monday, 8 October 2018
Tuesday, 24 July 2018
"Maria, what is it that you think about?" he asked.
"I'm thoughtless." she lied.
"Your face looks like Lake Kinneret in moonlit nights - blank.. white.." he said.
Maria smiled. She loved this man. He had slept under the moon and traveled to Eastern lands. He was a traveler, a dreamer - she found it to be a sensual combination. But she couldn't beg him to stay, could she?
His hands pulled at her skirt allowing her rotting vulva feel the coldness of his winter lips - his long beard stroked her thighs, his hair flowed peacefully along the slopes of her stomach. Maria was afraid, she felt she could no longer tame the wild beatings of her shallow heart. She wanted him, she couldn't live without, he was her messiah.
She gathered courage and asked, "Will you go away again?"
"To anywhere?" she frowned.
"I do not know Maria. I do not know what tomorrows might bring. I have learnt to live in todays for now" he smiled.
"You look peaceful" she mused. "I don't like it. Are you becoming a nihilist?"
"A Buddhist!" he replied.
"What is that?" she was visibly in distaste.
"Someone who believes that we create the world through our thoughts, that we make our meanings out of nothing."
"Equally Nihilistic!" she grimaced.
"No. More beautiful. More lively." he smiled.
'Beautiful Nihilism!' she thought. He settled himself under her hairy armpit where her sweat seemed to him like dew drops on cold grass. She knew he would fall asleep soon. All his life he searched for something to keep him alive and now he has found a reason so worth living that he may die for it, she thought. She couldn't understand such commitment to an idea, she herself had barely started committing to a person.
"Are you sleepy?" she asked.
"I must say so."
"When will you come here again?"
"When blood cease to flow along the streets, when people respect each other, when there are no Gods and no Kings, I will come to you!" he replied.
"And if it is your blood that flows, what will I be left with?"
"My blood and an idea!" he said sleepily.
Maria watched him fall asleep, she didn't blink, she could feel breeze from the highest mountains of Greece slamming at her door and windows. She watched him all night, how deep he sleeps and the way his lips curl into smiles every now and then. He was a dreamer.
Saturday, 17 March 2018
Tuesday, 27 February 2018
Cosmic infinities could not have contained
our purposeless love.
Galaxies around us could not have sheltered
our twilight hopes.
Our only misgiving was an expanding universe
harboring darker halves of us all.
We are but nothingness living an enlightened accident,
Moving away from each other since our birth.
Sunday, 18 February 2018
Ameena would lie down in her balcony on days like these, wondering where she came from and what her purpose was in life. Aluva river, in front of her, peacefully flowing onto the Arabian Sea would reflect starry skies above. She felt intimately related to the celestial peace which descended around her; moon in the distance, lights from the airport, and the ever benevolent silence. She could imagine the farthest extents of Universe right here in this negligible point in a negligible Earth, for that she was thankful.