Scarf

Where are you…the abyss in me asks…are you there in that room..lit…dark…happy…sad…smiling…crying…is there a glee in your eyes… do words leap from your soul into blank sheets of paper…do they procreate in front of your senses…before your eyes…do you get dizzy from the intertwined words..the tiny fonts….the graphs…the rules…the verbs..nouns…adjectives…the isolation between words…the space bar…that minimum void..that you can not avoid…

Indeed where are you..within me…or out there…among a forest of concrete high rises… tens of stories…piercing the belly of the sky… reaching the beginning…trying to see the alpha moment of life…are you up there on the observation deck… are you a random face in the wild crowd…Did you wear the green scarf on your neck..is it cold against your skin,..does it feel the pulse in your neck..are the four chambers of the heart..pumping blood..words..periods..commas..rules..faces..sounds..inkwells and papers…what is there in your blood…my executioner..my death..destiny..beginning…was I born to know you..meet you…exchange souls…did life started that day when the clock stroked 6.. the day your hair ran free in the streets of life..the day we walked down the boulevard of broken dreams..broken shards of glass..demons around the corner…  or was it the other way around…did we meet at the end of the boulevard and retracted the steps..two at a time…skipping stones..counting tiles…you in the front…me behind you.. a faithful student…a faithful spy..

Are you my Virgil in Inferno…Beatrice in Paradise…Are we on the road.. in a purple convertible ..chasing the dream…utopia.. that best possible scenario of all possible worlds…you are my compass..my guide..my capsule into which i ride on Styx into Hades…Are you safe for this adventure..secure..sure of it…Will i be left alone in the darkness..a heart in the darkness..shall i light the last candle..or shall we reach the cliff..shed our skins..metamorphosis..just eyes looking into eyes…suspended eyes in air…blue eyes dancing with brown eyes…a square dance..a foxtrot…a dance on air..a chase among the clouds…lets jump from one cloud to another..eyes jumping…from one tint coushiny cloud to another..a leap of faith.. look down you said… we are moving..do you see that city… Paris is below us

A city of million light bulbs..sea of electricity…a stream of light …not a stream…a deluge..the great flood..a biblical flood of light…the clock did not strike midnight…the old year is exhaling its last few gasps before being sent to the cemetery of time…where our moment of birth is archived there..glory to the world..she was born..said the angel on you mothers shoulder..a golden harp…did you hear it… or where u busy screaming your lungs out…Was it a mess up event.. who knows.. i wasn’t there.

Hands steady on the driving wheel…the radio is on…Bach or Beethoven is playing.. im musically deaf..not deaf..i do see notes playing before my eyes..little people in black caps..exchanging places..running…jumping..chasing each others…run …do run…chase the shadow…was music the byproduct of notes friction against each others… I asked you that…you laughed..you silly man…no it is not friction…its a shock..multitude of mini-voltages shocking each other…pom pira pira…..some strings..violins..pipes..a serenade on the piano…major .. minor …concerto..symphony…how would I know…

I am glad you did not wear a long scarf around your neck…do you remember the tale of lady Bugatti..the lady who tested the experiment car…fresh out of the assembly line..the daughter of the owner…blue eyes..chestnut hair…pale skin..slim…goggles on her eyes..boots …and a vest.. she had a multi-coloured scarf wrapped around her neck…flowing with the wind… she stepped into the car..turn the ignition key..dust …smoke…the car started to move..employees cheering…the father is proud…the engineer is happy…smiling….then ….just then…the tragedy happened… the long scarf got stuck under the wheel..the left wheel…what can she do…life is escaping from all of her orifices… if she braked she would kill herself…if she stepped on the gas paddle she will kill herself…death came…she surrendered..a curse was born…a car too…Will we be one body in a flaming car leaping over the cliff….

You just sleep..i shall wait…waiting is my game…chasing is yours…two opposites…two faces of the same coin…our dances unrehearsed.. we share a midnight sun.. two moons orbiting the earth..from your balcony…one red..one blue…our souls.. which one is the alpha, and which one the omega..who is the beginning…who is the end…Can we restart the game…change the rules…skip…forward..freeze a frame…live it for eternity… forever young..suspended between heaven and hell

 

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6 thoughts on “Scarf

  1. Soos Sahar says:

    skipping stones..counting tiles…you in the front…me behind you.. a faithful student…a faithful spy. << favorite part..<3

  2. Noor says:

    “You just sleep..i shall wait…waiting is my game…chasing is yours…two opposites…two faces of the same coin…our dances unrehearsed.. we share a midnight sun.. two moons orbiting the earth..from your balcony…one red..one blue…our souls.. which one is the alpha, and which one the omega..who is the beginning…who is the end…Can we restart the game…change the rules…skip…forward..freeze a frame…live it for eternity… forever young..suspended between heaven and hell”

    I love ❤

    Are waiting and chasing the opposite sides of the same coin?

    • observationofalostsoul says:

      They are opposites… they are of the same human nature.. mechanical and mental.. u stay still ,, but ur mental capacities would chase the person.. think of him/her…wonder what they are doing… and when you are chasing.. you want that person to stop…let’s talk…stop running..my legs are aching… take my hand.,,walk with me to the cliff… bliss

  3. Rain says:

    wak this is fantastic mashallah 🙂
    inta elly where are you ya m3allim,I miss you

    • observationofalostsoul says:

      La2a No way ,, zaman 3anik o haik .. I am here writing o katha … zaman 3an il hawatif o hal gosas… Miss you too ma u disappeared faj2a lol hope all is good at your end.

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