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.
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.
Thank you, Muhammad Adeel. Your feedback always helps me to improve my work.
I likes :)
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Talk to father time, he will have a cure for your pain. :)
I’m already on my way, bud.
Haye Allah, the picture is amazing, the words make it even better.
Thank you, Ali.
<3
love the post
Thank you, Ubaid. I’m glad you do. :)
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…
Don’t be sad. I can cure myself as well. -hugs tight-
*reads in an absolute feeling of awe* your posts are so perfect.
You are generous. Thank you. :)
I’m very significantly impressed. Blown away actually. The last paragraph was particularly breathtaking.
Kudos!
Coming from you, I am flattered. Thank you so very much.
a-m-a-z-i-ng!
Your Dreams category posts are always just A-mazing!
They’re only my dreams. Thank you, Uncarved. :)
Was she a mentallyill person?
Delirious, maybe.
Heartbreaking, for reasons that are too personal and sad. Maar daala!
She’ll come back to life.
I’m at a loss for words here. Quite intense.
That’s how she is.
I’d love to buy your book when it comes out(It’s just a question of when) and gift it to friends and family!
I’ll make sure I tell you. :)
u know what orwell said, if u need to say something spit it out and ya what you’ve written a beautifully poetic piece xD
Thank you. :)
Haath oooper!!!
OMG i am Elysium of Emoness, not elyium.
Laanat.
I love how it leaves an impact on you after you’re done reading it. = ]
Some people, some words are like that.
‘Some people, some words are like that.’
Kasana-chan, that hit me really hard some where above the belt.
Ah, my apologies? :)
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.
i mean somethings cannot edit.. .!!!
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.
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.
Why the left wing though. Do you have an issue with Left-handed people?
yeah, koi bhi masla ho uss se come-over krne mai time lgta he,
but when that time is gone, everything would go quite smooth.
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.
I’m trying, Ian. I’m just trying.
this is just gorgeous!
xo
Thank you!
You’re a marvellous writer, Mehreen. =)
Thank you, Saint. :)
Though this lad has no saintly qualities.
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!
That ‘her’ you speak of is the author of this very blog.
Well that was inferential :)
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.
Some stories are like that. :)