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I AM HAPPY SHE FORGOT ME

I AM HAPPY SHE FORGOT ME

This is a truth, believe me, I am happy she forgot me. 
Love is dead now, I am happy she forgot me. 
My glooming, my sadness is just because of the changing of weather. 
Don't ask how I am, I am just happy to know that she forgot me. 
Don't alert on my disposition, don't look into my eyes, 
Don't see me with surprise, I am happy that she forgot me. 
Why are you afraid, why don't you come to me 
O fairies of my sleep believe me, I am happy that she forgot me. 
Why do you come to me with open arms 
O her memories I am happy that she ignored me, she forgot me. 

Sadness is now throughout my house. 
Write on the walls that I AM HAPPY TO FORGET HER. 

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"Writing Challenge: Root Words"

  • In and im - means not. Impossible and innocent

 

I was dejected for what has happened this morning. I didn’t mean to hurt her. It was just an addressing out of love, but she got angry. I was shocked to see her anger, I just called her “nigger”, it was an innocent remark all out of love, and nothing else, because I was always attracted towards her ebony, shining features beside her innocence.  That was impossible for her to get that much angry. I saw her this morning, she was a bit far away, I called her but she didn’t hear me, passed by indifferently. Then I called her a bit louder, “Hey nigger!” She turned at once and threw a sight at me with her flashing eyes. But the most painful thing was that she called me indecent and impolite, and then turned away. 

In the evening, the sky was overcast with black clouds. I walked to the football ground and sat on one of the chairs. I was sitting in the downpour wetting myself, staring in front trying to see through the impenetrable curtain of the rain. There she was standing or just floating towards me out of the aqua-curtain. I leapt forward to hold her but she was just blurred out leaving the rain water in my hand.

 

 

 

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IMAGINATION

Yesterday I was as busy as a bee, occupied throughout the day in my office.   I came back completely exhausted and wimpy.  The drag TV programs could not keep me awake for long and I didn’t know when I was zonk out.

I was floating high as a kite in my dream, feeling myself as light as a feather,  then all of a sudden I felt a sudden change in my surrounding, the room was filled with the similar fragrance.  “How are you?” My heart started beating with pleasure, hearing her melodious voice; she was before me with all her beauty, pure as the driven snow.  “You have come!”  There was a joyful tremble in my voice touch with a nervousness of a cat.  “When you remember me, call, me and wait for me, why would I not come”.  There was an unspeakable, indescribable love in her voice……..the love which can only be felt.  “Yes, you are here with me, but why I am not happy, why the fear of your parting always overcomes the happiness of your company?”  Yes parting is the fate………………..as old as these hills, true love is not free as a bird, you have to seek it out in the nerves, in the mind, when it is found then you can just feel it running in your veins. Out there in the physical world it seems rather unbelievable. In the same way this is just your dream, you are dreaming me, imagining me.  Your belief is not very strong now, when it will become strong enough you will find me before your you alive…..in your world out of your imagination.  You believe in your imagination so I am here in your imagination………………..try to be firm, you will find me in your arms warm and alive………………..I was voiceless, seeing her once again turning into smoke……………..her sharp earful laugh was echoing all around.

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"Writing Challenge: Root Words"

Poly: (Many)

Polygamy means a system of marriage whereby one person has more than one spouse. Polygamy can be of two types. One is polygene where a man marries more than one woman, and the other is polyandry, where a woman marries more than one man. In Islam, limited polygene is permitted; whereas polyandry is completely prohibited.  Mostly, in societies other than Muslims' a polygamist (a Muslim) is unacceptable. It is allowed being a polygamous if one can keep justification in fulfilling the rights of his more than one wives, if it is not possible then he must marry only one woman.

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IN THE PARK

IN THE PARK

Nothing is more pleasing for me than putting my feet on the green velvet of the grass, especially when it is covered with glittering pearls of the morning dews. It gives me a ticklish sensation, penetrating from soles, conducting throughout my soul. I feel myself in the cool sphere, closed eyes, but still seeing me covered with white cold mist, calm and quiet, so contended like a baby in the lap of mother, the lap of mother nature. Though a few moments, but this is the outcome of life on this side and the permanent tranquility of the life on the other side. The tranquility is the achievement, if achieved after all the deprivations of life.

 O beholder! Come with me!! Let me take you where Nature unveils ITSELF. Where there is greenery and flowers blossomed everywhere. The wind blows in a low rhythm, humming the morning song and the meadow dancing with it. Wake the sleeping love in your heart, the love of Nature. There is nothing worthier than love of Nature. You yourself are Nature. Love yourself, recognize yourself. If you do so you will recognize the Nature.

 

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The Cafe

The Cafe

Retiring from the toiling day’s work I used to go to Café Grand. It is on Abdullah Haroon Road. If you go straight through Zaibunnisa Street in Saddar, you will find Café Grand just opposite to the back entrance of Hotel Metropole. From inside this restaurant is two storey, but second floor is sort of a gallery. The atmosphere of the Grand is one of the attractions for me to count it as the best. There was always been darkness in the café even in the day time. The lightning was so beautifully done that there is always a twilight just as of candles which gives a sensational tranquility.  The waiters move as they are floating on the carpeted floor. You can’t hear the sound of their movement but just the frisking of their uniform. 

The Music played in background was also my favorite.  It feels coming from no where but from everywhere. I feel the traces of tranquilizing effect sweeping in to whole of me. I always experienced an involuntary physical change that led me to note-able alteration in the acuity of tension I was in prior to coming to the café. 

Last week I went to the café and sat on the table I chose on the day I first came to this restaurant. This table is so placed in the corner that I can keep all the tables within my sight. I snap the passing by waiter and ordered my usual drink, coffee with some salty biscuits. I do not like creamy pastries or cakes. 

I threw a cursor look at the occupiers near me. Sipping my coffee and nibbling biscuit, I first look at the table on my right. This table always occupied by a girl. There was always girl, but everyday I saw new face. She was just sitting there, sipping her drink. I felt a sense of uneasiness, disturbed by some inner gloom. Once I had an eye to eye contact, I was shuddered to see the deep unknown gloom, as she was afraid that her innocence beauty was in peril. She was incessantly watching the watch wearing in her beautiful supple writs. 

After few minutes I found a commissionaire standing by her side. He slightly bowed and whispered in her eyes. She abruptly stood and followed him. Before leaving, she once again turned and looked at me. I again felt an electrical shock. It was just a fraction of a moment. Her eyes were gleaming with tears. I felt that they were saying “isn’t there any one who could save me, even you!” 

She turned her face and walked away, staggering like a person is taken to be crucified, head down, shoulders bowed. I felt myself empty from inside, as empty as I was no more. I sat there for few moments trying to gather myself, and then left the café. 

On my way back I felt a deep dejection within me. I was feeling that I was nothing. My condition was of like a person who could save a dying person but did nothing.

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