How far away

Cool wind, smelling of eucalyptus and jasmine, blows as I observe in awe the craters on moon again. I am not lunatic; I have fair idea that I am not the only lonely lover doing this. Nor will I be the last. As long as there will be love on this planet, people will often…

Walk your fingers

I am hidden inside my skin. The one that you see laugh and goof is not real me. There are scars upon me, you’ll see only if you determine to see beyond my smooth skin. And the ones those you can’t, either they are far deeper than your reach or you are too ignorant to…

Theory of Soulmates

Sitting in a room lit only by the pale hue of a lamp in a corner, I twirl the glass of double malt whisky on the rocks. Mild clinking of ice-cubes soothes a little my heavy head which keeps on bobbling on its own weight. I look at the illuminating buildings outside my window as…

Deterioration

Funny, how temporal people enjoy their everlasting stay in our hearts, and feast endlessly on our sanity, because the more we dodge thinking about them, the more we think. True that human psyche is loaded with million complications. This one gets far more complicated when we try escaping nostalgia, and yet find ourselves tripping on very thoughts. What if she stayed, what if he missed that plane, would it be a little better? We don’t know, but we romanticize the idea of rosy possibilities.

Nothing but foolishness

Layers and layers of wind ruffle across my face as I smell dry earth through the window of my apartment. It feels like the lovers who come strong, kiss strong and leave briskly before you realize their presence. It all feels same–different layers of wind–but I can tell the difference. Just like you can differentiate…

Creamy

I wake up from a nightmare with a violent pounding as if my heart swelled and consumed the hollow of my insides, beating everywhere all at once. My body pounds in a rhythm and I feel delicate like an egg that’s about to crack. I sit up cautiously so I don’t interrupt the mechanics of…

A lot like coffee

An empty street devoid of any human, and a bitter coffee is enough to remind me of you. How are you? Enjoying solitude? Enjoying indoors? I assumed you lived on attention, but now that I know you’re still hanging in there, I feel proud of you. It’s not a joke that you’ve come this far,…

Introducing Lina

Lina is thin, like a supermodel who would go any length to maintain her waistline, like someone malnourished who would get barely one meal a day. I often tease, running my fingers down her ribs, counting those little speed-breakers, you are the prettiest skeleton I know, to annoy her a bit. Sometimes, she laughs on…

Pleasure and Pain

Stepping out from bathroom after a hot shower, she asks widening her brown eyes at me “why does your writing have always a hint of sadness?” as she makes a half-hearted attempt to cover her naked body in bathrobe. “Why is it struggle and pain that seeps out even when we are happy?” Her impromptu…

Loner

Outside my living room’s wall-size window, there is a flock of pigeons, gathered on a telephone wire. They are cooing in broken chorus, like an endless chattering of immature, careless teenagers about their Instagram profiles. There is no pattern, no synchronization. Every pigeon has its own song, its own rhythm. I’m no expert but I…

The Lab Rat

She asks same question over and over: “do you love me?” like interrogation, as if trying to find a pattern, an anomaly in my response. Every time she does this, her pupils grow bigger covering most of the iris of her eyes, her expressions tense and her grip tight on my arm. Then when I…

About me

I am an ordinary person. I rub my shoulders with you often, and when you step on my feet, I step aside without saying a word, assuming it was unintentional. I prefer to give people the benefit of the doubt they deserve and for same reason I’m often disappointed to invest my thoughts on many…

Open Up

Strange things are happening. I feel I’m drifting toward OCD a bit more, or is it just the repercussions of getting older? I’m trying really hard to not to be a part of social compulsions, but since everyone around is so dripping in it, I cannot help but feel it is me who is odd….

Like you mean it

‘Say something nice to me,’ Neal said to Marisa. ‘What,’ she laughed and mumbled in her sleepy voice, ‘at 3 a.m. you want me to say something nice, huh?’ ‘Yes,’ ‘Okay,’ she thought. ‘You are a nice person… not the kind of I thought I would like, but you turned out to be better from…