Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "sep"
Iva Gyongy Uncut. Vol I
I leaned back in my seat and took out my iPod from my bag. I smiled at it wanly, no matter what I go through these days, this little thing never failed to cheer me up. I clipped it on my tee shirt sleeve, inside my trench coat and started to play the tracks. As Away from me began, I glanced out the window and saw that the rain still seemed to be following me.
The train rocketed across the rail away from the rain. I lifted my leg and placed my foot on the safety rail in front of me. I absentmindedly stared at the faded Nike symbol on my shoe.
I was watching the rain outside, while trying not to look at anyone in the eye here- when I noticed a guy sitting few seats away, staring at me, but not like the way guys normally do.
He saw me looking at him. He smiled at me. I was startled even when I was expecting him to do exactly that. Though, I didn’t want to but I smiled back. He leaned a little closer to me, then he spoke. “What you rather would be; a human being that brings on death, or an angel of death that gives life?”
This is exactly why I do not talk to people on the train; they tend to ask these types of questions. He didn’t wait for me to answer him, instead he smiled, “But are you even human, that’s the real question huh, Iva?”
I blinked, how did he know my name? When I looked again, he wasn’t there. Wait, have I seen him before? I had this vague feeling that I knew him somehow, from somewhere else.
Was he even there in the first place? Maybe I didn’t hear him right. After all, I was listening to my iPod. I shook my head to clear the thoughts of impending delusions from my mind. Doomed or not. But that's how I got stuck in a story that's my own.
The train rocketed across the rail away from the rain. I lifted my leg and placed my foot on the safety rail in front of me. I absentmindedly stared at the faded Nike symbol on my shoe.
I was watching the rain outside, while trying not to look at anyone in the eye here- when I noticed a guy sitting few seats away, staring at me, but not like the way guys normally do.
He saw me looking at him. He smiled at me. I was startled even when I was expecting him to do exactly that. Though, I didn’t want to but I smiled back. He leaned a little closer to me, then he spoke. “What you rather would be; a human being that brings on death, or an angel of death that gives life?”
This is exactly why I do not talk to people on the train; they tend to ask these types of questions. He didn’t wait for me to answer him, instead he smiled, “But are you even human, that’s the real question huh, Iva?”
I blinked, how did he know my name? When I looked again, he wasn’t there. Wait, have I seen him before? I had this vague feeling that I knew him somehow, from somewhere else.
Was he even there in the first place? Maybe I didn’t hear him right. After all, I was listening to my iPod. I shook my head to clear the thoughts of impending delusions from my mind. Doomed or not. But that's how I got stuck in a story that's my own.
Annie Murphy-Robinson Art
List of best sequels, my take of it, in no particular order.
Empire Strikes Back
The Godfather II
The Bourne Supremacy. Wait, did I say Supremacy? No, I meant Bourne Ultimatum.
The LOTR The Return of the King
Spider-man 2 2004 one.
THE DARK KNIGHT
Terminator 2
On the Morrow, by the Merrow I didn't lose, I shall add More
Gimme More.
Empire Strikes Back
The Godfather II
The Bourne Supremacy. Wait, did I say Supremacy? No, I meant Bourne Ultimatum.
The LOTR The Return of the King
Spider-man 2 2004 one.
THE DARK KNIGHT
Terminator 2
On the Morrow, by the Merrow I didn't lose, I shall add More
Gimme More.
Maham.
It's sublime, to be sure, sometimes it's subliminal, sometimes it is a blessing, sometimes it can be a blessing. But right now, it's too much, too many inches too much in too many inches to be this much in. Rain. Ghost in a rain, ghosts in the rain. Surely overwrought, it has wrought much, it has wrought enough with the iron, for the iron, by the iron, earthen, of iron. It's enough now. It's wroth right now. It's a wraith in the woods; vengeful and full of wrath, wrathful on the road to vengeance. Falling in love with books. This rain is a slattern now. That's more than enough. The runestones you gave me, try as I might but rubbing them together is no longer fun. Runestones that you had given me, I am rubbing them together as much as I can but they are no longer exciting me. So how can I stay excited? Your paintings do not glisten for you, it's a shame, they no longer heal me, but embrace that shame. There are other ways of poisoning a painting, there are other ways to poison the paintings. The moon is not looking on. Your painting of the wolf is not blue anymore, but it is still hungry and the moon is swollen. This dream is too wet and the nightmares are dry. All of them. I woke up from my dry nightmares, today, feeding on the nightmares from my fodder. People are people, people are still people and you can't escape from them. Just like this rain. Make them disappear inside you, but don't make more of them. Make them vanish, make them vanish in the rain. Rain upon rain. It's eternal. This Rain is Eternal. It's not about anger, it's about disappearing. It's about the quiet. It's all quiet inside the womb. It's all soft inside. Quietly, I am falling in love with books. I am not angry now. I have my rain, my bullet, my ground, I have my tea, my words, and my music. Not my sea. I am not angry now. Words sans muses is the best thing. After all, the actual writing is done somewhere between making tea and not writing. So. I am disappearing but without anger. For. This a war I must paint.
