You were nothing but a blur. Your voice faint in the distance. I was miserably failing to move on. No matter what I did, you wouldn't leave. I realised a confrontation was due.
Just as I crushed, you came around. As I rolled, you started to appear. And just when I lit it after a whole year, there you were.
"Hello! You took longer than expected," she said.
"You wouldn't let go, would you," I said.
She smiled, and smirked at me. I couldn't run from myself any longer. .
He came across the pale blue creature in an ancient meteor crater. He wore rags of dead animal skin and seemed to have a third eye on his forehead, tightly shut.
"Who are you?"
"Take this. It will reveal you to you."
"But, I want to help everyone."
Shiv woke up, startled. He quickly rolled a joint for his seizure prone daughter. Weed always seemed to stabilize her, with little or no side effects. He knew, in his heart, that the world had been lied to, as he saw his daughter fall into a peaceful slumber..
He just stood there on the carpet of the dead leaves. This was his third. She lay there in front of him. He mastered the art of rolling the joint with his one hand. He didn't look up but he knew that she was smiling at him. She lay wearing her favorite dress, which had a hole burnt into it earlier from a pot seed exploded from a joint. This time he carefully removed all the seeds and lit the joint.
Then he slowly lay beside her.
Graveyards are beautiful, he thought..
"Again you look down at me. How many times I told you to stop doing this? Just because you are the Goliath in this relationship? Why won't you let me be?"
"Because you complete me. You know all my sorrows and my joys."
"How about me then? Don't I deserve to have some peace? I always end up being consumed by your passion. I cannot handle your intensity anymore."
"But how can I live without you? I will be lost in this meaningless life."
"Please, stop! "
"Not this time either," he said rolling and lighting her up again..
Panhal (MH), She said let's smoke and he managed to get a king... with the first exhalation she giggled at the smoke. Two years down the line she set his life on a blaze to warm her drenched desires without sensing even a trace of smoke... that's the paradox of life..
As i rolled the joint i was thinking how many times have i fought the urge during the last few days. I don't think iam an addict. I can stop this anytime. Just this once. I want to feel the thick fumes inside my body , soothing my nerve ends and taking me to a wonderful , colorful world. As i was searching for my matches a kid , about 12 years old, ran up to me as asked "Hey ! do you have matches"?. I looked at him wondering whether he is my own reflection from the past. .
You wanna give a try? He asked. I was mute and didn't answer as silence told mine. Toolbox got opened. I thought he gonna look around if someone could see him as I did. He was patient enough to spread the leaves on a paper and rolled them slowly as if he has not bothered of what's happening around. Its glue affixed the edges to make the best one he made. It was a wedding day for some relatives of mine, I met him. He was a marine radio operator who spent his life in the sea. .
The drizzle outside was steadily increasing its pace. Leaning on the balcony, I saw the kids of my neighborhood gaily dancing in the rain. And here I wondered "Sigh! Those precious days of innocence". I heard my mom give out a slow whimper. Something didn't feel right. Closing the door, I stealthily headed inside. Those teary eyes stared at me with utter despair and helplessness. On her hand, she held my jeans that I had worn the previous day. As she looked down and emptied out the pockets, my entire body went numb..