Geist

She loved.

She was replete with antonyms that would juxtapose most beautifully. Rivers flowing in opposite directions. Patience, impatience, sanity, insanity; they all ran about her being without colliding.

Sometimes, at night, when the full moon would pour its milk down a loner’s window, she would count stars and pray for him. She was free-spirited. She still is. It’s just that, well, you don’t see her dancing in the forest or laughing in crowds anymore. You don’t see her red scarf silk its way through the street. You don’t see her at all.

A bird was shot in its left wing. A butterfly was chased away. A little girl was hurt in the playground. Bereft illustrations painted across the canvas of one’s mind. She was them all. And then she was none.

I often look for her these days. They say she died in some carnival. You can hear her laughter on the merry-go-round. You can see her ghost in mirrors.

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53 comments

  1. Deep thoughts Mehreen. The context is very thought provoking and provides food for thought. The web of life is depicted in a fairly nice manner within you. The analogies of grief are poetic and the metaphors are deep. Very often, the canvas of life is replete with incidences of loneliness and grief. Some pull through, while for others, the wounds run deep. Sometimes people, like eagles have to rise above the scene and attain their crescendo.
    Nice effort none the less, keep up your work. looking forward to more.

  2. I’ve never read something so simple and yet so deep. = ) Honestly, I’m MORE than just impressed. BUT then again, I know these aren’t just fictious thoughts or you trying to tell people how many words you know… This is about ‘you’.

    And knowing that my dear friend… made me sad. = [

    *hugs…

      1. Regen rune takes time to heal, but don’t forget it has a expiration time as well. :)) And na.. sometimes are worth remembering even if they make you cringe deep down. cheers and hf.

  3. A bird was shot in its left wing. A butterfly was chased away. A little girl was hurt in the playground. Bereft illustrations painted across the canvas of one’s mind. She was them all. And then she was none.

    I often come to your blog, but dunno, i don’t comment on yours.
    I know that you know how good you write
    every writer does….! so just no need :)

    she was them all. yes she can find herself associated with them but she is stronger than them, she knows surviving..!

    she can gulp down the apple and move on, not just die or lie to wait for the never coming kiss…..!
    she knows helping herself out…..!
    she gets pricked but her sleep has to be short, really really short. she knows and should know regeneration.

    1. Haha, allow me to correct you on the no-comment remark. I’d be very happy if you gave your feedback. Even if you think I think I write good. Your words are cherished. :)

      And regeneration’s on its way. It takes time though.

  4. Who doesn’t have an issue with left-handed people?
    You’re doing great, Mehreen, as far as words are concerned, and that’s a very good start in every aspect.

  5. Hmm. Sounds like she got married.. :P

    Heheh, jokes aside, brilliat piece of writing, in all honesty! Just. Brilliant! It reallly makes you want to get to know her!

  6. I have read it 5 times and i still can’t get enough of it. It’s simply beautiful.
    And in a strange feminine way, i can relate myself to it.

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