The Black Bag

The man saw a woman stretching her hand towards him to help, so he raised his hand, took hers and bracing himself against her, stood up.He had lost his stamina,power so she dragged him from the end of the alley to the beginning, to the street. Turning his head saw that he had left his bag there at the end of that alley but she was heaving him, so told her to halt but she turned a deaf ear to it, had a glare at him and kept dragging as if wanted to force him to go out and had diliberately not taken that bag.
If you are curious to know what that bag was like I should say that it was an ordinary one, black, stuffed with some unknown stuff. It was as if all his life was residing in that moderate sized bag.
Now he was at the beginng of that congested street, fallen down. However hard he tried, he couldn't find that woman around himself as if there had been no such a person; "so how had he managed to come here?"He was not able to get over that situation and stand up.People moving to and fro didn't even see him, and even sometimes stepped on his hand (the hand that had touched that woman) and didn't even apologize. Again he looked back and saw the bag still remained there, then decided to go back and fetch that with himself so he pulled his body on the ground like a worm with no energy left to him,in vain.He managed to get himself to the alley but not to the end, not to the end, and there in the middle of the alley he lay with his eyes open waiting for the woman.
It was getting dark when the snowflakes started descending on his face, and a boy running into his house, seeing that bag, picked it up and pulled it to his house,secretly.

to my family and my country

They say something and do another thing.You can never trust them.
It is like driving when the car in front indicates right but turns left, so you will have an accident.
They deliberately lie just to please you and then covertly turn left.
Damn drivers, you can never trust them.By kind behaviour they just want to steer you to the lands they intend.
They are just after advantage and never listen to your destination.
They are just vultures lurking around for you with their lies.If you care, you are not immune to them, because they don't care.
They take advantage of your nap( as you are exhausted after all those walks), stop the car and steal the most valuable asset of yours;your mind.They deceive you.
"Sir, wake up, we have reached."
"Where are we?"
"In the cemetry."
"But I asked you to go to Azadi!!!"

IF

"Ok, ok, I will do it. I will, yeah that's a deal....

"No... I will, I am sure I can, I promise....

"But, oh forget it....
"But... what if he just gets annoyed,..
"What if I just by saying that shatter him...
"What if...
"Ah... but...
"But...I...don't...want....oh I am just baffled...
"What will happen to.... my promise?????....

"It is better if....

"If.... If....If..."
Sweats trickling down his cheeks (or perhaps tears), he sat there half ready.

The Grass

"Delicious."
"Is it?."
They kept chewing and chomping the grass.
"What a generous breeder we have!"
"I don't think so."
"Don't be so pessimestic, eat and enjoy, this is life."
"Don't you see how he treats us as if we were his slaves."
"Just once I couldn't move fast and he bundled and whipped me, it was My fault, and past is past."
"Don't you want to go trotting in the meddows as the wind of flows in your long mane(hair)."
"Look, how happily and contentedly he is looking at us, he is admiring us."
They kept chewing and chomping the grass.
"Remember that day , that he just thrashed and beat you just to win that fucking race, after that you lay in bed(the stable)for days to get over it."
"But in the end we won."
They kept chewing and chomping the grass as their breeder lying beneath a tree was reading a newspaper.

A Layer of Dust

She was there lying on the bed sleeping, drifting far away, seeing herself years earlier; the time in which she and her beloved used to sit at the table.
At those times the table was of utmost importance to her, the table and the food. They were contented to have that food to eat. They used to sit opposite each other, stare at one another and pass the most luscious smiles and stick to their chairs for hours and hours as her beloved would chomp his food all through dinner at the table. She reveled in hearing the noise that came from his mouth, not worrying about tomorrow, not even contemplating their relationship and the possibilities looming over the horizon.
She turned her eyes from that lovely scene to the left, beyond the boundaries of that house to the street outside, and saw a father dragging his son as the son kept weeping and shouting for freedom as if he was imprisoned in a jail and wanted to be free; away from the boundaries and limitations, but the father surely overpowered his resistance.She admired his resistance but regreted not being like others with two feet and hands and not being able to set him free.
In vain, she turned back her sight towards that couple but didn't see them at that table. The table was there but was dilapidated with a layer of dust covering its surface.

A Conversation With A Belief

"Hey, remember those days?"
"Which?"
"The days I came to you."
"You never came to me!"
"Oh, I talked with you."
"Not really, I have got just blurred pictures in my mind."
"Oh, but I have heard you are perfect, aren't you?"
"Yes, oh Now I remember, those days are past but now is just life, what about now?Do you still believe that?"
"I talked with you, but you just left me alone, with all the words drifting in the air wanting to get me."
"So you don't believe in that anymore?"
"You turned away!"
"I turned away because I was perfect, do you still believe that?"
"They say it is give and take but with you they say it is different."
"I am perfect so I decide it is a give or take."
"Oh,I wish it had been mutual."
"But since I am perfect I want to tell you it is not."
"Now I know, but prefer not to believe that. It is stinginess."
"How dare you? Watch your tongue little man, just think about who you are talking to."
"I needed you most but you just eluded me, at that time you just made me forget you, never trust you again, never come to you again."
"Slow down man, I am in a higher position than you, it is me who tells you what to do and what to choose.So you can't decide, coming or not coming to me again makes no difference to me."
"Oh, now I see your glittering eyes, signifying the selfishness, the toughness at the top. I don't want you in the vacinity of my mind."
"Ha Ha, I don't exist but reside in everybody's mind and in yours as well, you can't avoid me, I will be with you in your mind till the time you are being buried in the grave but Me will outlive you, you mortal."
"You are cruel, just leave me now."
'See, by not wanting me, you are still thinking about me."
"Go. I don't want anyone, you are like them, they attract you but avoid you, evade you. I want to be on my own, and go to that grave on my own, talk with myself and not have you in my mind."
"I will not talk anymore but I am unavoidable, you can run away from them but not Me."
He ran as fast as he could towards the darkness, it was night. He heard nothing anymore, but the horn of the oncoming car and saw its lights which dazzled him.

Do you fancy fruit?

What a pleasure to see you and what a grief to see you leave.
Relationship is the tricky one for me because of me.


Everyone eats the fruit but I don't dare. It is most enjoyable but I am deprived of that just becasue I just can't bite, can't dare to open my mouth:
Finding a worm inside that fruit is imminent, and as you know if the worm made its way through you, it would suck you dry off yourself.
Or it can be bitter, it can make you throw up, make you go to the loo and smell the stink and hate yourself.
Mm,Oh!!!! What if it was ripe and nice and just tempting and delicious but YOU couldn't open your mouth?My mouth is stuck, can't open and enjoy the taste of that fruit, enjoy the strength, and the hope it can offer.
Oh!!!Wait a second!...
Now I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't find my my lips, my mouth!!!Where are they?They have deserted me??Now I realize why I can't taste that.


Relationship, friendship is far away, receding into distance, vanishing from my eyes, and now they are just vague memories which are waving their hands to me.

I have a craving for water

The boy swinging, looked at houses, all the trees and the sky as he moved to and fro, everything was shaking. There was no one to push him but he remembered the time when someone used to, some of the times wind used to blow and push him to go forward and some of the times two hands. Now he had to put his feet on the ground,bend them and then with a strong push fly backward in the sky. He wished life was like that, in which by gioing backward you could go forward.
He was deep in his thoughts when he felt thirst("I have a craving for water") he came round,awoke from his thoughts and saw that there were many people around him laughing at him, pointing at him,saying "look at his feet,they are too long,oh his face,he has got stubble," he heard them all as he blushed. He stopped pushing so the swing gradually ground to a halt,as he kept looking at the ground in front of his feet and didn't look up and tried not to hear anything, stood up and ran out of the park and felt thirst more than ever.He didn't want to hear anything and look up for he knew everyone would be laughing at him, so kept moving and running like that as if there were people surrounding him and forgot his thirst since he didn't dare to look up and search for it.

Star

Night time,
You were up there,
Looking at me down here.


Your light is the hope of tomorrow
though very little,
Perhaps because I am full of sorrow.


Far away from me,
I wonder how you see me;
A trifle with moving body?


But to me you are the one
Who paints the sky,
Gives the darkness hope of light.

The thoooughTs

As it was napping under the baking sunshine, at the last seconds of awakeness when she was about to sleep, it dawned on her: " Were arrrr my thoughts?Were have they gAne?"These thoughts were just like a slap across your face which makes you cry, upset and blows the sleep away.
She panned her face to see if she could find them."Perhaaaaaps I have left Them at that old house in which I made LAV today,"she thought to herself, got on her legs and ran after those thoughts she had lost,climbed the walls, jumped from a roof to another, had a look at a man who couldn't balance himself although a man he was and not a baby,"This is a straaaange world, a human like Dis, Dis big can't stand on his Legs,can't keep his eyes Opn for the reasn I Don't kno.I am a Cat but hav Lost my thoughts,what about hiiiiiiiiiiim?"she thought as she reached the Old house.This house was very old,shabby and full of shadows of thoughts,full of history."Miaow,"it meant where Are UUU to her.She moved around the yard and found her love-bed which ofcourse was the ground and not a bed and remembered the day before,that black cat with his masculine moustache and iron body, oh still she was proud of spending that day with him although he was a black black cat.A creak of the door arose her to search for her dear company,because they were always with her, specially in her loneliness when she spent her time deep in thought.A footstep stirred her but didn't pay attention and the next moment she felt a pricke in her right front leg,I think you know what had happened: a decrepit old man with a pale face-the same colour as tissues which you use for cleaning your nose-using a shotgun had shot her leg.Limping, she pulled herself up the wall and took to her heels,conceding defeat.She had a choice to go after her thought to those dark corridors and sacrifice her life or wounded and hadicaped flee with her tail between her legs.And without a doubt, she chose to run and suffer, suffer for her loss and the fact that her thought was a slave of that old man, imprisoned in the dungeons of that ramshackle history.
Well this story is over but just a thought struck that I prefer to share with you:I don't think cats have thoughts???!!!!

My Child

Why is it that everything has forsaken me? Exhausted and Barren I am.
I wish I could give birth to my child. The golden child of mine who can pierce your mind, climb down to your very depth and redecorate it all. The child who would climb the trees, throw stones at people and peep at the neighbor walking voluptuously and humming an unfamiliar and odd song.
My naughty child whom you can never confide in would be moody. Such a moody child that you can never know whether or not he likes you. Unpredictable would be the mere word which can describe the indescribable. The kind of child that beginning, middle and ending are inconceivable in his life. Armed with a sword and gun, he would send a cold prickle to minds, remind me that "I am sitting, doing nothing."Why have you forsaken me? You, whom I just can feel but not see. Come and give me your helpful hand for I want a child.

...

You was so hot.
Everything could melt in your magical heat.
Like the sun in the sky,impatient you was.
I liked that moment never end though I knew it would last short,shorter than the life.
Even that giant,everlasting sun goes and brings "solitude".
Now I wasn't alone,because you was in,between my hands.
You was so small and quiet,your voice was never heard but felt in your breath.
You said, "the air of this city is cold".
I said, "your warmth gives me life".
Your breath gracefully came out of you and made a mist above you,the mist of time.
I had to do something,I was afraid to miss your life.
So raised you,you said "go on",I felt it.
As my lip touched you,it burnt.So hesitated.Embarrassment overcame me.
I was wary,as I have always been.
Made up my mind,closed my eyes and drank you in one go.
I felt your heat in my body,
but....



(To the cup of tea I drank yesterday)

?

WHAT IS THE USE?

A Piece of Flesh

Again she shows up, like the other days. Her moans could send a shiver to your every hair on your hand; they bristled as she restlessly moved from one side of the yard to another, groaning, searching.
It has been for two days that she had turned up at exactly the same time; after dusk and lunchtime.
She has lost something invaluable in our yard, something irreplaceable though valueless to me and you, even some may call that a source of diseases. But to her it is dear and worth tormenting herself; even if I say that thing was lifeless and unable to walk properly as if it was a piece of flesh.
You daren’t look into her eyes and approach her. To and fro, she tries her most and calls the one she has lost.
“Now it must be somewhere getting rotten or being eaten by some animal,” I thought furtively glancing at her.
Anyway, she is here and again miaowing.
And I am ashamed as a human, so put the headphones on and Blush.