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Genesis: The End

Do you realize the depths to which you've led me, teetering on the edge of madness born from my love to you? I've glimpsed the fine line between sanity and chaos, etched upon the shores of darkness. How naive I've been, futilely attempting to break free from the gravity of your presence. I can't blame you, for you were unaware. That day, as rain pierced my heart, your words, "leave it," echoed—acknowledging the futility and endlessness of our situation. It felt like an endless loop, with you unknowingly entwined within. Despite my efforts to break free, I found myself ensnared repeatedly. Eventually, I surrendered, letting time take its course. In one final attempt to sever the ties, we met. There, amidst the chaos, I witnessed the universe aligning, revealing the intricacies of fate. I watched myself detach, fading into the background as he tenderly kissed the delicate curve of your neck—a sacred moment etched by destiny, binding us for eternity. As if in

The Allure of Ruth & The Mysteries of the Blackbird

Ruth, you graced this expanse of sands, and it was here that our paths converged. In those days, you took the form of a black bird, a creature I sculpted from the very stones of the desert. Like the ever-shifting dunes, you moved with a constant and mesmerizing pattern, a desert woman with the ability to whisper the secrets of the sands and summon wild winds from your flowing locks, capable of lifting mountains. You waged a relentless battle against the sun, your beauty ravishing and merciless, captivating the desert men with your enigmatic words and mysterious eyes. How could I not fall in love with you? Your eyes, profound and mysterious, resembled pools of liquid obsidian, holding secrets within their depths. Your movements mirrored the graceful fluidity of the shifting sand dunes. You embody the spirit of the desert—fierce, unforgiving, yet endlessly captivating. As the wind began to pick up, swirling grains of sand into frenzied eddies, and the sun beat down with unyielding intens

Hindolam: S

When someone is taken away from you, you realise how much you need that person. The universe took 'him' away from her and she wasn't ready to give up yet. She needed to get back to 'him', to her world. That was the only thought that crossed her mind, it consumed her. Her fear, perplexities and doubts vanished, this was the moment she figured out what she really wanted. She realised that she knew it all along. She loved 'him' so dearly that she wouldn't leave 'him' for anything in the world.  She told him, "I belong to 'him'. No matter how intensely you love me, I will love 'him', not you. Because it was a promise for a lifetime. Even death can't do us apart. Let me go. I have to go back to 'him'. I know I'm hurting you but 'he' needs me. And do you know how ardently I love and admire 'him'? As much as you love me, if not more. And 'he' loves me much more than that also. ” His moist eyes

Hindolam: G₂

The leaves rustling in the breeze whispered a story. The story of a young man who sought to win her heart. A fairy tale, the prince who lost his heart to a princess. Too late he knew that she was not his princess. That her Prince Charming already came along, for her happily ever after. His intense love scorched his insides, a flaming desire. His beliefs, his thoughts, his feelings, everything fascinated her. More than love, she admired him. Yet he never gave up, incessant desire kept moving him forward.  Somewhere along this road he lost his soul to a girl who would never be his own. His ineffable untainted love fascinated her, but she couldn't give him her heart. She already gave it away, to her one true love. Life is full of uncertainities, you never know who you'll fall in love with, who will capture your heart.  The road they were travelling on forked into two. She had to make a choice, a decision that would alter the course of her life. She followed her love because she wa

Hindolam: M₁

At every corner, she glimpsed him. Through the mist, she saw his figure, looking at her, the love in his eyes never fading. She tightened her grip on 'his' hand, her love, and glanced back. Sometimes she wonders, was it true? What he believed in. Whether she was his princess. But, she lost that moment. And she lived in her present, and the past, a mirage. Nothing could change her love for 'him'. She looked into 'his' eyes and all her inhibitions disappeared. She didn't hear the soft crunch of leaves behind her. She was too occupied with her love, her beliefs, with 'him'. She didn't see him steal glances at her. And sometimes, he lost her again, in the mist, in the blur, in the obscurity.  But he always found her, for his love for her burned in his heart, a bright flame. She gave him the key to his freedom, but he flung it away. He chose his way of life, he wanted to chase her forever. He would never give up. His incessant pursuit fascinated her,

Hindolam: D₁

“But..” Her lips quivered, feelings clouded her mind. She loved him dearly and wouldn't do anything to give him up, his love, his care. When he came into her life, she was reborn, a new energy coursing through her veins. Every day started with his presence, his warmth. His hug that protected her, she felt at home. His insane possessivenes that made him keep her close. She couldn't even consider leaving him. Her existance revolved around him. She dreamt up a world that consisted of only both of them. She painted her life in his colours, bright and happy. And now, after all this time, he comes into my life, the invisible part of my being. He kissed her, giving her new life and hope, but she slowly pushed him away. She didn't want a new life, she was happy with her life. A shadow of despair crossed his face, and she was shattered. She didn't want to hurt him, he who has always been there for her. She just wanted him to be there for her, as her friend. She took his fist in

Hindolam: N₂

She is a free bird, soaring in the endless azure sky. She let herself go, no strings holding her back, from a world that wouldn't accept her. She didn't want to wallow in self pity, drown herself in the misery. She wanted to be happy. She didn't need a world that ceased to exist for her.  In the darkness, a ray of s unshine reached out to her. Her cynical self turned away but the soothing hand pulled her out of her fantasy world. His smile brought her back to life. A loving touch, his honey coloured eyes that burned with intense love. His presense sustained her, she thrived on his love. She soared across the skies with her love by her side, not alone. Too late she knew that she was never alone, loneliness was never her ally. The one who loved her while she was too busy in her own fantasies and troubles, never abandoned her. He was always there, next to her, but she never noticed.  Now, she was encased in the feathers of her loved one, in her safe haven. He was still next to

Hindolam: Ṡ

WE danced till the world slipped into an oblivion of our presence.  WE drank wine till the sun turned black.   WE forgot who we were and transformed into the purest form of creation.  I knew, then, I died and reincarnated into all of your desires, happiness, sorrows, fears, ecstasy, and forms of beings.  “Where will you find me after?” your lips quivered.  “You are everywhere” I said.   

The Awkward Silence of the Enchanting Chasm

“Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo.” Have I forgotten you? I don't like the way you faded into oblivion. Your glorious absence marveled at the absurdities of my life. Even the last remnants of your weird sight and smile create a whirlpool of the past and a hurricane of madness deep in the abyss of my conscience. Everywhere, in every form and matter, I see your dust. I teach myself to forget you and move ahead. The chaos of your story in mine is the absence of your existence in time-space. I weave each and every layer of your story so that I can tell my son, one day, how I survived on my own. I wonder whether it was your light or the shadow I painted, mostly in Prussian blue. They will hear the echoes of the deep enchanting chasm on my chest. I keep it echoing on my chest, so that I might tell my son on the shores of infinity that I had a story to tell.

The Butterfly's Whisper

In the abyss of the Origin, a soul whispered its destiny through the chaos, finding poetry in the delicate dance of a butterfly's wing. Ad infinitum, it was arranged for the chaotic perfection of the mighty unknown, formed by the energy in the quantum architecture of the universe. It neither had a beginning nor an end but represented a continuation of time across multiple dimensions. Every atomic energy of every existing and non-existing organism, in every possible and impossible algorithm of human calculation and beyond the horizon of intelligence, found life in that single cell. It wasn't a mere beginning or end but a singular entity branching into myriad derivations while maintaining the essence of the One. There existed only one true existence, and the others were mere reflections of the One. I witnessed her and myself in the unimaginable unity of multiple dimensions, being both singular and multiple simultaneously. Neither light nor sound could escape the chaotic perfectio

Turtles of the Moon

I ought to have maintained my anonymity until the denouement, for it is there that our prospects would have thrived most auspiciously upon the uncharted horizon of the unknown.  The mere possibility of your transformation into the conjured metabolism of pataphysical existence weighed heavily upon my heart and mind as never before. I unwittingly ensnared myself in the role of a semi-demi doppelganger of Ulysses, thus sowing the seeds of my life's sabotage. I would occasionally catch fleeting glimpses of grace in the glimmer of a wondrous, age-old ruin of impeccable provenance. Through the enchantment of that ancient relic, I sustained the illusion of your presence with a kind of marvelous grace.  Yet, as I struggled to regain my aesthetic maneuverability, I found myself compelled to make a sacrificial offering of your memory upon the altar of the immutable cosmological constants.  I carry you with me to my tomb, and perhaps even beyond, for you persist within me, omnipresent in

An Utopian Halleluah

I've undergone a transformation beyond my wildest imaginings.  There comes a point in everyone's life where letting go becomes a necessity for forward movement. Losing something seems inherent to gaining something else—some do it by choice, while time enforces it on others.  In my case, the catalyst was the cat's curiosity. Though time played its part, comprehending and visualizing the entirety of my 'glorious past' remains a struggle. While I acknowledge its irretrievability, I occasionally entertain fantastical notions of time reversal in the quantum realm. There's solace in sipping coffee on the beach, the waves' soothing cadence offering a picturesque recapitulation of time, patterns in space, and gravity's pained dance. That marked the end of one era and the commencement of another. Ruth, the ROOH, my muse and the architect of my existence—credit for all that I became and everything I did not, goes to her timeline interwoven with mine. She sculpted