7.06.2008

More Untitled Stuff

These are two shorter (but in my opinion much better) pieces I wrote during my stay in Jordan. Enjoy.



A crowd. A surge of people. A flood of souls unknown to each other. Amidst all these people, all feel alone. Each rushes to their own destination, their own dark corner in life. They all look ahead, as if there was nobody there but them. They are emotionless. Oblivious to the commotion outside of their empty bubbles. Those who do realise there are others around are shy, embarrassed somehow by a quickly disappearing chain that links us all together. And they pretend they cannot see.
But I feel desperate to reach out. To call out. To share something, anything, with someone. I long to have a connection, a bond with one person, outof all these people, just one. A nod would at the least be acceptable, a knowing glimpse would be more than I expected, a smile sheer ecstacy.
In this crowd I am alone. I scream for company, but no one listens.



***


I sit alone, tired from the previous night's tedious yet pleasing endevours. Drowned in drowsiness, I sit lazily, passively taking in my surroundings, letting my mind wander to dreams of yesterday and fantasies of the future. This lonliness, though relaxing, I hate. I rest my head on my hand and I close my eyes, enveloping myself in darkness. I see you walk through the door, that all knowing smile of yours spread widely across your face. You come to where I am sitting, and you take my hand, issing it lightly while you take you seat next to me. You sigh, and I know what you are going to say because I am sorry too. Sorry we couldn't make much out of this. You look up at me again after your moment of deep thought, and you get up and leave. Then I open my eyes and I look out the window at the setting sun.



Please read the previous post and comment too. All sorts of criticism is
"Goodbye. Have fun tomorrow." It's surprisingly funny how four words, a smile, and a handshake can make you feel.

12 comments:

Amethyst said...

I love how you're compassionate in two different ways in these pieces. Love the first one more, though:)

The Archer said...

you have a gift.. never stop writing.. you had me at "A flood of souls unknown to each other"..

And I agree with Ame's.. the first one had more.. "oomph" :)

jesterat314 said...

these are really good..
i get a sense that they're two different chapters in a 'just waiting to be written' book..
separated by many other chapters..

Kaos said...

nice reflections. You should go to new york you'll know what soul-less crowds r :)

eshda3wa said...

u love writing
and it shows :*

Oranjina fadidra said...

amazingly talented especially "Then I open my eyes and I look out the window at the setting sun."

F. said...

Amethyst: Thanks love.

Archer: Aww! Thank you. You're always one for encouraging others :) The first one too huh?

Jester: You're kinda right. I wrote these almost immediately after each other. They've sprouted out of the same chaos of feelings. Thanks a lot for your kind words.

Kaos: LOL. Trust me, you don't have to go that far...Thanks anyway.

Eshda3wa: Hehe. Thanks!

Oranjina: Aw! Thanks...That is a powerful line with much meaning, if I say so myself :P

do0da said...
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do0da said...

aham shay i was gona paste the replies to my blog ri7t i pasted it here :P

i liked the first story, it reminded me of Have you ever by The offspring. I havent heard that song in ages !

F. said...

Do0da: Funny...I don't know that song. I might check it out :)

likeairillrise said...

Very descriptive... I felt like I was there!

enchanteurs said...

a true writer ;) keep this up. beautiful choice of words

 
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