Existential Absurd

I died recently, from an accident. When and at what age, you might ask . B ut that is not important. Death, as was life, did not come happily. I remember not dying instantly. Paralysis stuck me though I felt the nerve wracking pain; I couldn't move or say anything, but my mind did work. I felt the suffering in a hospital bed while doctors put electric shocks through my chest. I wanted to tell them no to hurt me and let me die in peace but words did not come out of my mouth however hard I tried. I tried body movements, but to no avail Then I heard the monotone of the cardiograph. I was heart dead. I saw doctors moving away from me with my eyes wide open. They left me in peace for some time. The next voice I heard was the one I wanted to hear all this time. But it was not pleasing. The pain in it was pinching. She kept saying my name and asked me to wake up. I tried the hardest in my life to move. . to tell her that I was still alive. . that I could hear her. ...

Dear Morpheus, I write this to you, not to sing your praises nor to tell you how important you are to me, but to thank you for introducing me to your world. A world of pure, unadultred  joy, with the spring sun in the morning sky, smooth  zypher  across my face when I am standing in a garden. There you are, swinging around, calling me to join you with the innocent laughter of yours. As I run towards you, I ask myself, what good did I do to get her and I tell myself again and again not to do anything that would make me lose you  .  As I reach the swings, I don't find you there. Instead, you are behind the swing. . ready for me to sit and to push me.  I have never seen a more altruistic and more selfless person than you. I doubt I will see one. I never dreamed of this. I never asked for this. I never wanted to be so frivolous and carefree as you taught me. In fact, I remained oblivious to this kind of world. You can even say that I didn...

I have an antithesis idea of this world. It would like to live in it for a year. A day might sound very good rhetorically , but that isn't enough. Where black would be the superior race and whites slaved in the past centuries. Africa would be what the USA is today. Japan would have dropped atom bombs over it. Russians would be what Greeks and Roamans were. Where India, Pakistan and Sri Lanka would be one country. Pacific ocean would be a a land locked mass . Middle East would be water majority and Chinese would be tall and handsome. Where Europe would be driven mad with civil wars. Russia would be the smallest country and New Zeland the largest. Capital of India would be Chennai. The earth would spin clockwise. Sunny and warm weather at the poles and ice caps at the equator. We would have October, November and December as the 8th, 9th and 10th months of the year.  It would rain in April and winters in June. There would be two moons. One small and large. Where we wou...

"What do you want, Mohit  () " I don't know if this was a question or an exasperated statement by her. All I knew that I didn't have the words to tell her what I wanted. I wanted to smash myself into the wall. She looked at me, incredulously, that even after breaking her heart for a fifth time, I still had the audacity to come up to her. But this time it was different. I had no will to fight back, not because I didn't want her, but because I knew I had broken her. I had left her soulless  I had given her excruciating pain that you wouldn't want for anyone. The pain of a broken heart. I had. Physical pain can be mortified, but the pain your chest feels when you love somebody with everything you had, is beyond placation. Who knows this better than me? Precisely. Precisely the thing that fucked us up. My failure to move on. I stared at her silently. She was trying to hide her pain. I could see the marks of tears running down over her face. She had cried a...

Happy with the little gifts of life, It is not the moon she sought. Some sweet words of love, Were they too much to plead? Her glory, her pride She bequeathed it all From monarchs to marionettes She chose to fall.. A la Donna e mobile she might have been All but in matters of love For love is what she was born to serve She withered herself for others to bloom Her assiduity to love is indeed god's boon.. You craved for eternal beauty? Just look into her soul a benevolent heart Free from all fouls . But nobody realized Her , Always showing deference and yes sir! People hurt her, and became infidel Taken for granted, but she never rang a bell. Hurt was she from inside, But never cried because of her pride. Commiserations from friends, she did not want Doleful poems and songs were all she could chant. Eventually it got to her, That the smallest gifts she sought Were indeed those which could never be bought. Now her heart has a void She is u...