Saturday, June 26, 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.

17 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. 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.

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  3. 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!

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

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  5. 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! :)

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

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  7. "too powerful for boundaries"

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

    wonderful, my friend!

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

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

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

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

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  12. Very engaging and thought provoking.

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

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  14. Maha

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

    Joanny

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  15. Oh you are such a wonderful writer!

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  16. This is quite beautiful and the title is lovely.

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