Hearts of Pompei

Need to know

Why is it so

Memories are bright

But reality a pain

Need to see

Why is it not you and me

Soulmates by oath

But lost amidst sorrow

Need to feel

Why won't our hearts heal

Hearts of one Soul

But Spirits divided by fate

Need to hear

Why we are not near

Emotions of a blissful union

But torments of a seperation

Indeed we will

Destined we are still

None too far

But then not all within our hands

Until the last gasp of air

The wheels of fate shall snare

Then it is us and the heaven

For our love is yet to be broken

There are some lines that never need to be spoken but only need to be heard.

There are some words that can never be written but can be recollected among the gossamer of sensitive nostalgia.

There are whispers that can never be heard beyond the lips of the conveyer but can be resonated in a din within the ears of her beloved.

Such lines, word and whispers are rare. These are such lines, words and whispers. I know not if this is a dedication, recollection or flashback into time long gone.

It was the end and there was no turning back nor was there an option to do so. Come what may, the inevitable is the protagonist of this saga.

Da, you should get into some engineering college. You have the brains for it.

Is that all you have to talk about?

No da, you need to think about it, you gave up a year for something you knew cannot be controlled by you.

That is why I did that because I need all the time I had left with you.

I will not argue with you because I cannot remake the past for if I could we would not be here today in this situation

What did the doctor say?

For nearly a year I heard their words, nowadays I keep away from all that, I just calm myself within the beeps of the my ECG, wails of loss and signs of relief that shows in my hospital room and its corridors.

I just do not know what I will do when you are gone. I am scared da.

 You were scared when you proposed me and then nervous, giddy and now you are alright having me around. The same goes the other way around, you are scared when I am leaving you and then you be nervous, giddy and then you will move on.

I just do not understand da, I have not seen you cry or even show pain whenever I talk to you. I mean why do you do that, can you not at least share it with me.

You kill yourself everyday just thinking what I feel, that too by just being here with me. You have been a part of me and there is not much I have not told you.

So there is something you have not told me yet eh?

Yes, I have but then one day you will know it all, be it when I am breathing or among the dead.

I do not want you to die.

You cry like a girl da. Can you please lift me up and help me to the toilet. I need to pee.

Okay but let me call Bhabhi. You will need her help as well.

Da! Why do you have to call Bhabhi for this silly thing, she has a lot of chores in the kitchen after all it is not always that her beloved sister in law comes home for dinner. Moreover they feed cancer patients with awful food.

Okay. Fine. Lets go.

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Da! I was not that heavy was I?

Oh just do your thing will you and I will answer that once you are done!!

Can you pass me the towel please?

Here, let me know when you have but your dress back on.

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Okay I am done. Now help me wash my hands.

Okay. Can you stand up by yourself or do you want me to hold you.

Good question. I cannot get up from here. So if you could first help me put in my salwar pants it would be grateful.

What!!

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Thanks da. I love you

I love you.

Is there something you need? I will go ask bhabhi

No da. Just sit here will you. I need you tell you all those I have not told you.

Oh really! Thanks.

Okay then, just go to my blue cupboard and open that locker.

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There are a lot of things here.

Yes, I know, just take out that those blue dairies.

You mean the ones with your father’s company emblem.

Yes da.

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These are my dairies. You can read them all but not today or tomorrow? Just keep it with you.

Okay but what if there are some really personal things in it?

All that I write in that diary is always meant for you. You should read it but with one promise.

What promise?  That I should always keep it with me?

No. Burn after reading but I need you to start writing. Start writing about us with those lovely poems and prose you write for me. Share some of our stories with the world.

I do not think I can do that da. I just cannot even think a life without you. I mean how do tell about you when even our parents do not know about you and me.

You should thank my brothers for that. They love you more than me; they will always keep us within their guard.

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My brother and bhabhi says that you will take a long time to become normal after I leave you. Bhabhi and her psychology degree were giving an expert opinion. Whatever the case may be, I wish you forget me fast. Share me with your best friends (that is if you have any left after me , may be some people can feel happy about it.

Okay I will try.

No trying da. It is a promise. A dying soul’s promise.

Why the fuck do you say like that.

Because it is the truth and there is no use lying da.

I promise I will write about you and my poems and those little adventures we had in school days. I will share it.

Thanks and one day when you feel that you have had enough of me and that the world needs to hear no more of me. You will stop.

I do not think that will happen.

Just wait and see. Bhabhi says you will either get over me or find a new love or else you will just keep doing foolish things about love because you will be confused about my love and the other gal’s love. She says you will never have that love feeling in you instead all you will have is attraction.

Whatever that means, for me I loved you first and you have given me happiness in that.

I know da. I love you for that but promise me you will write all about me and then forget me.

FOR ME AND BY HER, IT ENDS NOW. THE MADNESS IS GONE. SO LONG PROFANE INSANITY. REST IN PEACE MY WILD ONE.

NEVER HAS ANYONE IN ALL THESE YEARS THAT PASSED BY HAVE EVER CAME TO COO & WOO THAT HEART OF MINE. I WAITED FOR THAT SOMEONE. MANY CAME, MANY I ‘DISCOVERED’ ALL IN THE WAY OF FOLLY. NOW TIME HAS TAKEN TOLL. I END MY SEARCH NOT IN DESPERATION BUT IN KNOWLEDGE OF THE FACT THAT LOVE IS ALWAYS ONCE WHILE THE OTHERS ARE MERE INFACTUATIONS OF THE WOUNDED HEART.

Dedicated to the friend “who know me very well” and thinks I am desperate.

Dichotomous Engagement

As time flew by and the factor called age started piling on in my lifeline. I realize that I am not alone. I realize that there is a colloquial twist in all I thing and perceive in my mind. I guess that is the Other Me (OM) that makes this twist. I had already confronted this OM once or twice during a brief history of time but never did get OM for a long run. This is just one of those short pep talks we had

ME: Is it true that life is actually complicated?

OM: Go get a life first.

ME: What is that makes one thrive for existence? I mean can we just live and let live

OM: Sorry mate, I haven’t had a chat with Charles Darwin for a century or so.

ME:  I am my own favorite and I just love that

OM: Yea I know what you mean, once even Hitler said the same but then he was marginally better than the person mentioned here. I do say marginally.

ME:  If I am to give me a shot in the arm and wake up my inner soul, I presume we could get into a lengthy conversation.

OM: Just do me a favor, get that shot into your head and then I will do the rest. Trust me. You will like it.

Oh My Love!

Lift me up, get me on a high

Make me feel the wind blow

Let the world sway beneath my feet

Oh my love! Take me in your stride

Twist, Tumble and Throw our emotions

As we make way into the seventh heaven

Up and up we go to touch the Zenith of our love

Oh my Love! Bedazzle me with your radiance

None in me and never in you

Will there arise the point of parting

Now and always we pamper our souls

Oh My Love! Hold me close you

In me

In you

With us

Love within

Oh my Love! Let there be none but us

Shuwaymiyah, Sultanate of Oman

Intricate Proses

It has been a while since I made love with my words. it took me a while and an inspiration from a fellow green tea and teddy lover. This is post dedicated to the person who inspired me as well as "co-wrote" the prose.

Withered within oneself

 Muddled within chaos

 All that lay siege seem lost

 None to see nor to hear

 

 Loathe the soul within

 Embrace not the happiness

 All that lay among love seem forgotten

 All to point out and none to heave

   Take off your claws, oh solitude

   Leave me alone, oh loneliness

   Let me breath, let me thrive

   Let me own myself back.

 

 Was triumph the endeavour

 Was defeat a vindication

 For the shadow of battlefield

 Haunts deep within evermore.

Boulevard of Drunken Dreams

It is a rather unusual time for her to be out; after all she always said that the sun is at the scorching best from 12 to 3 in the noon.  It was this theory for hers that made me lose some valuable weekend time lazing on the beach. Well I do agree that beach lazing can cause sunburn but then a few looks of concern on the female species is worth a burned bum. 

Anyway, there is no need to discuss those points of concern here. This is about her and me and also us. No wait, it is about her; yes it is about her and then us.

It was a sunny spring afternoon and there she was outside the comfort of her home. She was beautiful in pink. The delicate pink colored salwar with small off white embroidery works around the sleeves and bust portion.  I had always known she looked most beautiful in spring season, though I must say that definitely do not mean I keep her away in the rest of the seasons. Well she does keep her away from me in summer because one it is too hot outside and secondly I sweat a bit too much and elude showers due to hot water.

She has not realized that I am watching her. Come to think of it she has not been in touch with me for a couple of days. I guess I should not have told her about my one night stand that happened last month. Me and my big mouth, it must have hurt her and I never realized that. Anyway, I will just sneak up to her and embrace her.

The sneaking up was easy but before I can embrace she just walked away without even looking around. Silly female, she is lost in some weird thought. As far as I know females are really unpredictable. Speaking of unpredictable, there is a chance she must have dumped me. That is it she dumped me or else she should have called me. Let me check the last she called or messaged me.

Darn! I cannot find my phone. Now where did I keep it? Wait when was the last time I used it? No wonder she did not turn around, she knew I was there all the while and purposefully ignored me because I did not reply back to her calls or messages. Well she could have at least dropped into my place.  Arrogant female! wait till I catch up with her.

I looked around for her. I lost sight of where she headed to amidst my phone search. I hate technology. Now I have go find her again. I hate this.

By the way, come to think of it, why did she come here in the first place? Wait a minute, what am I doing here in the first place. I looked around the place where she stood a few while ago. This is an eerie place and that is a funny looking epitaph.

“Make hay with the sunshine and get drunk with the moonshine”

It has my name on it.

Darn! I need a drink!

 Shuwaymiyah, Sultanate of Oman

The Disillusioned Spiritualist

‎"From Him we came naked and to him we go naked. They why the pomp, flair and invincibility” – Disillusioned Spiritualist

 “I do not perceive the Dogmas that define the ‘ways’ of religion nor do I have a ‘pure’ faith. All I know is that I trust my soul in the HIM and the rest I keep at my disposal”

“Who am I to ask and who am I to give. All I do is accept and share” 

“I do know death is a pain but then it is necessary that you show the world ‘life is short’ with also those bling and bang?”

“Questioning one’s belief, spirituality and all that can lead to catch 22 situations thus all I have to do is just stick to my views.”

“Can you define Physics and then Theology? I need those details to then configure the Stability Coefficient of Oil, Uranium and Religion (OUR) World”

“Parting a soup can be magic, while being a wonderful parent and dedicated professional is a miracle. I agree to both but then why is a moron with a pack of C4s and a detonator called a martyr?”

“Whatever the F**kever, I live by my heart and survive by my intellect, it is up to the Red guy with horns and the Supreme Power to decide who want my remains in afterlife” – Sporadic Disbeliever

Twisted Tomfoolery

A Twist, then a tilt, then a pour, then a gulp and finally a snack; that is all one need to lure the ‘other’ one for a conversation.

HEY! WHAT IS OBSCURITY?

Ah! It is the event in which you and the rather unknown contents in a menu are given the same preference by your date in a beautiful candle lit dinner.

DOES IMMATURITY FADE AWAY WITH TIME?

Is has to determined irrespective of the fact that our dreams can lead to mishaps

WHY IS IT THAT INTEGRITY IS ALWAYS AT STAKE IN A MAJOR ISSUE?

The root cause lies in the knowing much you are realizing the situation rather than evaluating what is at stake

DOES ALL CON ARTISTS MAKE MERRY WITH A SWINDLE?

It in us to be conned and to con so then making merry becomes a rather complicated issues since we know both.

WHY IS DESIRE A SIN?

Ever wondered why in certain moments in life, you toss a coin and chose if it is HEAD or TAIL when in reality you can at least think over it.

WHY IS THAT YOU SHOW UP WHEN I AM NOT IN MY SENSES?

I would like to answer that but the thing is you need to be in your senses to listen to it.

Shuwaymiyah, Sultanate of Oman

Shaken not Stirred

A couch ( A comfortable one)

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A cozy room with a decent TV

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Person: It seems there is a recipe for disaster.

Another Person: Ah! Vodka.

Person: No! That does not invoke madness that is need for the disaster.

Another Person:  In that case it has to be this thing called Desire

Person: Yes, that answer seems apt but Desire comes from the heart and is it not that all that comes from the heart is pure?

Another Person: Well, there is PURE even in the impure.

Person: But then how do this Desire, Heart and Pure become a part of a recipe.

Another Person: It is not the how you list out the recipe that counts; it is how you mix them with the other ingredients that make all the difference.

Person:  What do you mean?

Another Person: It simple logic. (Any Heart with a Desire)*(Money and Pomp)* Media (if needed) = Unimaginable Success and Ultimate Chaos.

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It was definitely SMIRNOFF and IPL

Shuwaymiyah-Sultanate of Oman

Speaking with Words

A touch of madness mixed with little sensibility makes me realise that life is good.

I am not perfect nor am I the right person at the right time. I am more of the soul who took up and manipulated what was left behind as time flew.

Let us talk about love. No! Wait! Let us talk about us first.

It is the desire imbibed with materialism who that talks about relations on a scale measured by our buying power.

Virtue of my soul lies not in what I have achieved or gained but in realizing that I bring a new day with ample sunlight to my heart.

He said “At a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That's the world's greatest lie.” and then I heard myself say “Maktub”

Shuwaymiyah-Sultanate of Oman