Sunday, June 27, 2010

The Inn of Forgotten Fancies

Letting fancies steal my thoughts, a thousand shades of a waning moon speak
   Searching for clarity, all I see is a cold ocean. Fear builds up in steps within my chest, like a foreign hand, softly touching my lungs, yet, making them shiver. Memories of a child sweep me away from these grounds and let me stand as a witness on the bathroom floor when a scared girl dared herself to step under the shower of icy water. Soon I discover that these memories are forged; I've never been a child before. On the threshold of my jump, I'm drowning. I hold my breath and then the ground disappears.
 When the ground appears again, I'm half dosed away.
  I wish my words had a tone. I wish my words were lyrics.
  I tried a thousand times before to write a story, but when my fingers touched the pencil, they started writing on their own. When I read them, I see patternless emotions. I wanted to sew them together with a plot, but they were too powerful for boundaries. They are scenes without a movie. They are a river that rebelled on civilization to become an ocean.
I wish I knew how to tango.

18 comments:

Sam Liu said...

From the first beautiful line, I was immediately drawn into the amazing world you had created, revelling in the images and the emotions you had suffused into your magical words. Each of your posts are a delight, but also a profound journey of the mind. I shall never tire of reading your work.

Oddyoddyo13 said...

I love the scenes with no meaning the best-they seem to scream what is inside the most. Somehow, someway, they must run together, no?

I loved "searching for clarity". Beautiful Maha.

sheri said...

what fascinating work, maha..."I've never been a child before...I wish my words were lyrics." my friend, THEY ARE! God only know what you are striving for but every time i visit your page i find intricate twists and turns that never break but wind themselves into solid masses that i can touch, then melting before my very eyes. your work is exquisite!

THE BEATY said...

in a way fragments are better than full thing. also the last line is brilliant

RA said...

Beautiful! "I wanted to sew them together with a plot, but they were too powerful for boundaries." Emotions, like you describe them, are at their most beautiful without boundaries. Well done! :)

Mr. Stupid said...

This was amazing, Maha. Your posts are always a treat to read. This one was filled with emotions and images.
Have a great day!:)

Kay said...

"too powerful for boundaries"

yes. by far one of the best! I read, I comprehend, I walk through the same dream.

wonderful, my friend!

Nes said...

Wow, such powerful writing... I am blown away. You have chosen each word with utmost carefulness, and this creates a world within them that anyone is instantly drawn into. Wonderful! You are such a talent! I feel almost honored that you visited my blog and I thank you. :) keep writing, you're amazing!

Magpie said...

"scenes without a movie"...lovely. But all the pieces make a wonderful feeling. Beautiful.

Eva said...

Thoughts and stories without boundaries are sometimes the ones most felt. You capture emotion in a truly unique way.

vivek said...

emotionally ...vibrant .. ..a brilliant work ..Loved the whole scene ..

Brian Miller said...

what a great smash of feelings...i did smile at the closing line...sometimes the flow of that river is too powerful for words...

Okie said...

Very engaging and thought provoking.

Craftsman of light said...

A cascade escaping....all gates, all securities!!!

joanny said...

Maha

Your words are beautiful -- it created a wonderful journey in my imaginary world of thoughts and feelings as I was reading along.

Joanny

Menina said...

Oh you are such a wonderful writer!

Owning the Words said...

This is quite beautiful and the title is lovely.

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