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Heaviest Day of My Life

Umara Shamim — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 05:24:16 +0000

It was the last time I spoke to you, not knowing that it would really be the last. It was like time had stopped still, just like my heart and the desire to live. Time only seemed like a vast hollow void that I was supposed to fill with the emptiness of the sudden shock that you bestowed upon me. I keep on asking myself till today; such long commitment and love hence were to be determined only through a phone call.

All I really desired was to test the untested; I had just asked you to comeback to me forever. All I did was let you go, hoping and desiring that for once you would come back to me and say that you loved me equally as much and could not live without me, just like I found it impossible to move on.

It was always a secret wish to be loved by someone for whom your presence affected so much that life would feel incomplete without. But what shocked me the most was the fact that it was so simple for you to just break the trust that was covering my existence like a mother’s womb, and leave. Just Leave…Walk Away…Move On.

The sound of your voice still haunts me, when you said “Are you sure, you never want to call me again. Ever?”

Laughing in the middle (like mockery at my sudden discovery of courage to breathe without you) you said “so you are not even going to SMS me?”

I stayed calm (don’t know how a sudden peace had filled my restless soul) and I said “Yes! I won’t call you, you will call me on my birthday (2 months from then), you know where I live; I will wait for your arrival on that date.)

You said “Are you sure?? (I could sense that your male ego had kicked in).

I said “Yes!!! (With my mind swirling in front of my eyes).

And then the phone went “Click”. I disconnected! With not a single sound around me or inside me; I walked towards my home. Not knowing what this simple test of love would bring me in the coming days….I needed to sleep. I had just taken the heaviest step of my life.

Lost Love

Danny Hanson — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 08:56:45 +0000

There were times I thought you never mattered
But you’re gone and my heart remains battered
I’ve tried so hard to fight it
So my pride only allows me to write it
That warm, beautiful smile
Erasing my fears if even for a while
How u played hard-to-get
But let me know you weren’t out of reach yet
Times I never expect you to call
Then your simple “hi” makes my receiver fall
You were tough but ever so shy
Getting clumsy whenever I came by
You were my favourite person to talk to
Though miles away, never far to walk to
The sincerity with which you told me your issues
Crying and taking every one of my tissues
Will you remember us my dear friend?
Because I will, till the very end
It may seem that destiny has drawn us apart
But you know you have a home in my heart
So when I become the man I want to be
And you’re still a bit of the girl you made me see
Together we’ll turn back the hands of time
Make me yours and make you mine
I don’t know the future don’t even have an omen
But together lets pray and say amen

Of Deceptively Strong Things: Volume 1

Liana Rojas — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 17:55:55 +0000

Thesaurus

Wish I could use the word “albeit” somehow
Sounds like wood…
Smells like brewing coffee
Just like it, and
Like the way it makes me feel..
Like “threshold”,
Like his punctuation marks.

Scanning Events

You, biting liquid kisses off my sanity
Me, blurry image of hope
A starry eyed woman in her 30’s
Scavenging IM’s for traces of happiness

Off-liners

This act has many hats
And feathers.
It has glittering billboards
And technicolor scarves.
This act has
The surgical precision of deceit.
Not one, but many puns
Waiting to be freed in the next syllable.
This act has it all, in the right doses.
But no prestige.

Still life

Longing, lusting, losing, leaving
Deceptively strong things
Scattered all over the space
Between your left eyebrow
And my right trace of common sense.

Ghost Translator

Wave at me from the script
Of a blue movie
Alliterations crash the screen…
Love long birds lost in lunacy

Wake up!
Blood-stained eyelashes
No fuzz, no romance
No candlelit coconut dinner
Just an old mattress

Love and memory

I love your eyes…
The memory of them
Deep black worlds of sarcasm, grief and anger
And tiny drops of mischief
I love you…
The memory of you…
A dark, troubled, lonely love
Aching in my finger tips