silent goodbye

Screaming 

whining wallowing 

cheering fawning – 

enough!

#Light-s off 

for that stretched 

wretched 

dredged up play.

Truth denied 

senses in chains

for a painful old fantasy – 

enough!

To give to get 

to live the common way

to hope to dream 

say goodbye silently.

#vss365

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/05/saying-goodbye-silently.html 

parked DNA

 

I was sixteen when it was found. 

Researchers studied DNA, found we had little in common with siblings or parents.

Some life of some yesterday, #ash or six feet deep, chose to park its soul/DNA/whatever in us. 

Sis Aryan,  mother African, I Iban and wife Chengiz Khan.

#vss365

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/01/afterlife.html

Ambit of Senses

 

There was this photo in '#Ambit of Senses'.

On a bed with creased sheet, a woman lies on her side. Facing me. 

I know her. 

I returned to that every day of the exhibition. Others too.

An old lady brought a friend.

“Look, it’s him.”

“It’s an empty bed. Let’s go.”

#vss365

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-photo.html

void

 

I confess to the priest –

To redeem, escape.

The priest smiles at the ruse –

To revive my life.

I see her everywhere –

A pair, to share, care.

She smiles at the daydream –

To resurrect love.

I smile at bare life –

To bear chanceless void.

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/05/confession.html

isn't right

 

"Swapna, give me a sentence with #whelve."

"Ma'am, you always give her easy stuff and keep the tough ones for me." 

"Arjun, I gave you the simplest."

"Ma'am, you gave me B-O-A-T-S-W-A-I-N."

"You can't even pronounce it right."

"This world isn't right for real men!"

#vss365

from The Equation

 

The day he lost his job,

She fought with her boss.

At home, 

She muttered #lummox,

He heard flummox,

Said, babe, you're right.

Later, 

They laughed

Over that

Or

Forgot that

Or

Used that 

Or

Let it fester.

If

Together 

Or 

Not.

Love

=

Indifference

+-

Random Events.

#vss365

from

https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2021/08/the-equation.html

playlist of ghosts

 

Playlist from hermetically packed past:

Song for whatshername;

Monica joins Bruce on stage;

Footloose in school;

Dirty dancing with Babe;

Veiled one sexting with songs;

(No song for the other? No #grift? Why?);

Boy band from childhood one;

Rotterdam?!?!?

Then, we died.

#vss365

superior/inferior

 

2023-2073 : The First Golden Era of Martian Rule

Human beings on Ma (aka Earth) experienced freedom without fear of retribution.

But, not even a #quibble was allowed about who was superior/inferior. Thus, religion, caste, gods/demons and most ideologies became history.

#vss365

Scene from a Play

 

The last scene of 'The Last Dance' (now showing on Roadway):

[Kris kisses a PYT passionately. Sue watches them with disgust.]

Kris [to Sue]: Why are you still here?

[Sue turns and walks off stage.]

Kris [to PYT]: You too better go.

[PYT leaves.]

[Kris faces the audience. Closes his eyes. Sways to background music. He tries a dance step. Stumbles. He tries again. He throws away the crutches. He stands still, on his one remaining leg. Bends, sways, turns, twirls, flips, pirouettes. The music stops.] 

[He goes off script. His moves gather pace, near suicidal.] 

[Silence. Even from the audience.]

[Sue returns. Watches his death dance. Approaches him. Slaps him. Hard. Again. Thrice.]

Kris: Why did you...?

Sue: Why do you...?

Kris: I want you...to live. To be happy...successful. Not nursing a dying...

Sue: I want love. Not happiness. 

Kris: Don't be an idiot.

Sue: Look who's talking.

[Curtain falls. Silence. Even from the audience.]

[The young man who was Kris whispers, "Did the audience leave?" The lady called Sue replies, "Hush, the mic is still on."]

[Somewhere, on or off stage, someone says, "Fuccc...the last dance!" Someone replies, "Got the title right." Another adds, "That PYT...ooh la la! Who wouldn't dance like that after a kiss like that?"]

#drama

#fiction 

sometimes...

 

Sometimes I feel like a #tokoloshe,

A long way from you, a long way from trouble.

Sometimes I feel like I'm almost burnt,

And a long, long way from you, a long way from trouble.

True deceiver,

A long, long way from any mischief,

A long, long way from any fun.

#cheating

#vss365

(Fill in the extra lines and sing this to the tune of 'Sometimes I feel like a motherless child'.)

at home

 

I have felt at home

In bars and casinos.

With people like me, 

Bare, not pretending.

No idiot talks of freedom

Or glory or fcuking love.

We #dilly-dally, without shame,

Between bets and shots. 

With dead eyes with dead hopes,

We admit how wasted we are.

#vss365

from

https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2021/12/bars-and-casinos.html

elementary

 

"How do we catch the serial killers in our group?"

"Elementary, my dear. Use #oleander as the #vss365 prompt."

from Because of the Rains

 

He gazed at the lush fields; pregnant grey clouds; and, the mist settling like a #diaphanous veil over the hills.

He abruptly shifted his attention to his notebook. Curiosity or a sense of duty made the Librarian check on his activity.

‘How I wish I had not,’ she said.

#vss365

from 

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2012/06/because-of-rain.html

bargain

 

"How much is this?"

"100 yen."

"Give it for $10."

"No, 100 yen, fixed."

"Come on, it's worth only $10."

"Ok 90 yen."

"No way. $10 or I walk."

"Fine."

"These people have no idea about the value of stuff."

#vss365

from Thoughts of a man called I

 

Long ago, there was a man called I who lived in a world of thoughts. Voiceless, faceless, nameless speech #bubbles followed him wherever he went.

When I made love, I ignored the dissatisfied thoughts, origin unknown. 

Then, one speech bubble crept in, ‘I will kill...’

#vss365 

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/02/thoughts-of-man-called-i_23.html

words

 

Life is simpler with such words:

#Hiraeth

Hygge

Lagom

Schadenfreude

Vorfreude

Waldeinsamkeil

Eunoia

Sitzpinkler

Kraftfahrzeughaftpflichtversicherung

Pazhamvizhungi

#vss365

catharsis

 

‘If this doesn’t work out, the parting of ways should be amicable.’

‘Ok. I too have a request. Let’s leave the past alone.’

I had hoped to share the past and the future, for #catharsis of the self.

‘Both sides...?’

She raised an eyebrow.

A month later, we got married.

#vss365

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/05/seconds.html

market-savvy

 

A few months before the markets crashed, he sold his over-priced stocks. The market-#savvy move was based on: one should not have something one does not understand.

Shankar used his new wealth to build a house. 

Then, he married a suitable woman. 

He too went bust.

#vss365 

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-this-blog-about.html

"Fu..."

 

"Tell me a four letter word to which one can add any vowel at the end to make a new word."

"Fund...

Funda

Funde

#Fundi

Fundo

Fundu"

"Swapna, two of those are slang, I think. But, good try. Anyone else?"

"Fu..."

"No, Arjun, don't even think of it."

#vss365

from Parties

 

It is the #season for parties.

A lovely time, a lonely time.

With loved ones, one or the other.

With friends, perfect or expendables.

Excuses to say or hear.

Uninvited, bitter or not.

Names to note or cross.

It is the season for parties.

A lonely time, a lovely time.

#vss365 

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/12/parties.html

soliciting

 

Apologies for my absence. I was arrested while waiting for the #bar at Betty's Legs to open.

"What's the charge?" I asked the four walls of my gaol.

No reply.

"Kafkaesque," I muttered.

"Writer?" a shadow asked.

"Solicitor."  

"What's in a name if it #smells the same?"

#vss365

from Why I Left You

 

I was searching for my roots. Found a letter.

'Have you wondered why I left you?...'

I did not read further. I burned it on my palm, hardly feeling the #burn. It was like doing the last rites. 

It’s their story, not mine to tell. Will I ever talk about why I left you?

#vss365

from

https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-i-left-you.html

damn him

 

I was spoiled for choice, 

My spirits high,

Rhythm and #meter right.

Then, that cursed doorbell.

A friend of the past,

Grey, gloom-mantled,

Came to say goodbye.

I wish him luck (damn him!), race him out.

I lost lines of love,

The damned poem gone 

For a guy called I.

#vss365

from

https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2021/12/a-visitor.html

HR policy

 

I got to know the HR policy of my new office in a crowded lift. 

Another new guy stood next to the lady from HR. He started groping her. I saw her hand jerk upwards. He coughed, spluttered, eyes filled up, #block-ed his own scream. She had pulled his butt-crack hair.

#vss365 

from

https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/09/problem-to-state.html

transient

 

What will you remember

When a life ends

The stories of valiant deeds

The false #transient notes

Will you dream

Of another’s face

With lingering memories

Suitably mummified

A puppet to stick pins

A convenient prop

Best not to know

What you will remember.

#vss365

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/05/remembrances.html

promised hundred

 

What would this life be – in the promised hundred – if this be the remembered one?

Born to be one, the heart to pound alone – betrayal, pain, illusions: none!

Any company but #solitude be folly, any thought but oneself is just to be sorry.

#vss365

from

https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/10/releasing-blood.html

vacation

 

My July vacation? Being the chaperon of religious girls in bikinis who talk about their boyfriend isn’t a break! OK, I need not  have been the recluse or the talkative social bore. Ah! It's good to be in the arms of #Solitude before she changes her name to Loneliness.

#vss365

from

https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-cargese-to-akathumuri.html

The Milestones

 

05082022:01:48:13

On Highway 66:

Cruising at 90 mph

Crazily over the limit

In that accident zone,

Challenging Whoever

In this desolate world;

The lights went off,

The side-markers too,

Weightless in a void

Creepy dread clawed in;

The milestones changed,

Each a child 5 to 12,

With hollowed eyes,

Their stares followed;

Slowed to 60 mph,

They were still there,

At 40 mph they waved;

Braked before the car

Plunged into the gorge;

Was it the highway police

With hitech visuals?

Or The One above smirking?

they

 

‘Don’t move,’ the edgy guard shouted. ‘Bam! Bam! I'll shoot!’

‘What do they want?’ another asked. ‘Water?’

‘This one wants #Band-Aid.’

‘Why would they need plaster?’

‘Who knows?’

‘What’s the delay?’

‘Some machine problem in the abattoir.’

‘Damn those white staring eyes!’

#vss365

from 

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2015/07/abattoir.html

from If She Knew

 

Lessons, near forgotten, guided my fingers

On that #circuit familiar and strange:

at the back of the neck, a tense spot,

down the spine, at the sides, to the front,

a kiss, a nibble, caressing; 

In her mind, I suspect, thoughts not that I wish;

In my mind, if she knew...

#vss365

from

https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-she-knew.html

laugh

 

I felt breathless, with that punch to the gut. Didn't I spend long hours perfecting that love letter? She laughed at my letter. A cherished thought rendered meaningless, exiled without hope of return or utterance. That love the shrinking #silhouette of a scared stalker. 

#vss365

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/12/exposure.html

innocence

 

It's good to grow old, to be recognized as a sinner, to lose that garb of innocence, that mask for vicious and childish righteousness.

We were in primary four when we caught the two teachers in the #hallway. We reported it.

That incident affected us more than them.

#vss365 

from 

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/12/exposure.html

ominous

 

The rain began at 12,

By morn #ominous

was putting it mildly,

If I tell you 

about my day,

your blood will thicken,

your eyes will go black,

Sweet #vss365 ones,

rest now,

I'll feed on you

When the sun rises,

But it won't, will it?

new ties

 

While I wrote the love poem,

I heard her fading footsteps –

Black ink on yellowing pages

Lasts longer with empty jokes;

While I fought for my life

I felt a gentle hand in mine –

Guiding me to new #tie-s but

Without a heart, I let it slip.

#vss365

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/08/while.html

bloody tense

 

Every man has an alpha female. 

For my gang of eight, she is the one.

We got a message from her,

“In town on the 30th of July.”

So, here we are on this Saturday morning: most disheveled, some dishabille, all distraught and distant; or in plain words, bloody #tense. 

#vss365 

from

https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/06/arrival-of-alpha-female.html

Linger a little longer

 

Linger a little longer

while I tell you a true tale

when time moved slower

with pen and paper

bearing the weight

of hopes and thoughts

the message

crossed darkly

but not deleted

forever...

#FromOneLine

from

https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-deal.html

tear

 

At 15, Arjun and Shreya got the other's name tattooed on the wrist. 

Capt. Arjun was declared MIA in the war of '23. 

He turned up at Shreya's flat in '32.

"Hi, I'm Capt. Arjun."

"Hello, I'm Prof. Arjun."

She stood behind the latter, her #tear-caressed tattoo intact.

#vss365

from 

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/03/tattoo.html

strange attractor

I #saw my love write this:

 

You are an attractor strange

In the chaos that's my life;

Forever through joy and strife,

That path true trust will arrange.

 

#vss365

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(about her dog.)

a hit

 

I thought I was Lennon reborn

Till the day I got a hit 

With her tennis #racket.

I could have been Lennon reborn

She's not a girl who misses much

Do do do do do, oh yeah.

#vss365

trauma

 

"Talk about a traumatic incident in your life." 

"A girl wanted to meet me. She was getting married. I told a friend to #pick me up after five minutes."

"Uh-huh."

"She came with a beautiful girl. It was love at first sight."

"Then what..?"

"My friend was punctual."

"Ah!"

#vss365

from 

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2015/07/mental-evaluation.html

friends & stranger

 

Most days of #mine--

angry or insomniac or

sedate or with

Time goose stepping to nothing--

are like friends,

a loud laugh or 

a yawn between drinks or

quid pro quo,

Or with other 

meaningless means,

waiting for an end

without a beginning.

It's those days--

when we curl crush

lips locked

fondling

lace ripped

the waves  

against barricades--

that's like a stranger

met between racks 

in a supermarket

away from family and

all one calls #mine

that seconds-long look

revealing sharing 

a tale for no one else.

#vss365

look & found

 

‘I thought you didn’t like the birdie types.’

‘Love #conquers all.’

‘Love...you...really?’

‘She was searching for Karl Marx, found Groucho. I was looking for Edwige Fenech, got Greta Garbo.’

‘Who were we searching for...back then?’

‘Me? You.’

‘Me too. Not you.’

#ConverStory

from 

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2018/05/reunion.html

Déjà vu

 

The honeymoon cottage looked interesting. 

When I (almost) put my #foot on that hallowed ground, the security guy shouted, "Hey, you can't go there!"

From within, "Why does HE tell us THAT whenever we try?"

Déjà vu! For Ian McEwan on Chesil Beach. And, many couples!

#vss365

lovely sight

 

What a lovely sight, sublime for all!

Yesterday, you were in my arms, sweet love.

Today, you are on the rocks below, dearest.

What a lovely sight, with none to block!

balcony

 

"Ma! Pa! The man next door is being bad to his wife!"

"What...Oh! Oye, there are kids here! Not on the balcony! Shooo!"

"Ssshhh! Oye, we are making kids here! What...Oh!"

"Go inside, you two!"

"But, Ma!"

"You too, #frozen Pa of our son not made on the balcony!"

#ConverStory

morals

 

"#Food comes first, then morals."

It wasn't the first time I misused Brecht's words in 'The Threepenny Opera'.

It wasn't the first time I missed a meeting of Cannibals Anonymous.

#vss365

curse

 

"Look at my selfie."

"And, where are you in the photo?"

"This room is cursed."

"Cursed?"

"Go on, take a selfie. The photo will have everything but you."

"I love this room."

#ConverStory

the beauty

 

The birds need not know.

We will look at the beauty, 

Kill all free #fine fair.

#haiku

#sernyu

#vss365

honeymoon

 

That's our honeymoon suite.

For loud selfish orgasms,

Not poetic thoughts.

#haiku

#sernyu

on the rocks

 

Sea crashes on rocks.

I am at her door. Again.

Don't open, I hope.

#haiku

#sernyu

animal spirits

 

The aroma of freshly ground coffee entered the bedroom replacing the musky odour of #animal spirits. 

She followed it to find him in pyjamas with every comic figure. In his arms, a stuffed teddy. 

Her immediate reaction was guilt, ‘Did I have sex with him last night?’

#vss365

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/01/an-inequality-between-equals.html

spam

 

Spam is Trouble.

May: 

the sender's #address

that of old teacher,

Msg: "Lost wallet in Bangkok 

Msg parlour. Need money. Help!"

June: 

from ex-wife

Msg: "Mugged in Vancouver. 

Send money. Help!"

(Mugged in Vancouver??)

Today:

from girlfriend

I killed.

Blank msg.

Help!

#vss365

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2012/10/spam.html

 

polyandry

 

“With any other couple, I would tell the husband in my position to quit the scene.”

“But, I am his...”

“You are not a label.”

“What should I...we do?”

“We will do what adults do. Let time play its part.”

We have two kids now. We don't call it #polyandry, just love.

#vss365

from

https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2021/04/king-solomons-wife.html

screw

 

“That's my land. Not theirs,” Sundar said.

“Land is land. Not yours.”

“You give yours then.”

“We gave away all we had to the needy.”

“My land, to me, is like my mother. But then, you will #screw your own mother. Common property!”

That night, Sundar was hacked to death. 

#vss365

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2016/03/my-land.html

staring blankly

 

Friday night,

I was the lover

To drool over,

All heart's show. 

Saturday,

Face #powder gone,

Thoughts aright

Above tonsils (below navel).

Sunday noon,

Soul by the window,

Staring blankly,

Skirting issues.

Then,

8 & 100 hrs

Of Lizol, mop, bills, P/Ls,

A quickie maybe.

#vss365

acid

 

It is always the same #acid

That dissolves relationships.

Indifference as understanding

Ignores the stink of others;

When lies burn and spread,

Inert like a boiling frog;

Hope, sick and bare, feigning life,

Why is it a lesson never learned?

#vss365

purposely

 

I once called her #munch-kin,

She called me pumpkin.

When I scowled,

She frowned.

You used to call me Big Ethel she said,

And look how you have turned out I said.

I am not sure why we never kissed,

Life is full of purposely missed chances.

#vss365

chweet

 

"Oooh, I love your #farm. That calf was so chweet, the mother didn't have to be so protective."

"Stand still, let me hose you down. You didn't have to fall into the dung pit. Oye, don't remove that towel."

"But, there's no one..."

"Trees have eyes..."

#ConverStory

the jealous one

 

It's that type of morn,

A cool refreshing one

Such as that when we acted

A couple after a sweaty night,

At Koshy's for hot appam 

And a #pot of stew

With the Sunday church lot,

We winked and whispered

How we acted silly  

That morn,

The jealous one

Made it our last.

#vss365

(from an old one)

18+

"What's a #tart? This interview guide's weird! Read Q1."

"What comes after 69?"

"Not 70. Mouthwash, it says.  Q2.."

"What does one hear before the pubic hair hits the ground?"

"Ththu??"

"This interview is for?"

"Sainthood. Btw, isn't a #deodarant just that?"

#vss365

#ConverStory

 

the politician

 

"What's today's #vss365 prompt?"

"#Patriotic."

"Brrrr...I'll have to tell my friends I won't be liking most of the posts with that."

"Why don't you try #ConverStory?"

"Ah! That reminded me of the politician who told Wolverine 'May the #force be with you.'"

"What did Hugh do?"

airport at 03:00

 

#Egalitarian?

03:00 Airport driver (that's Me),

Them picked up. Ha! Ha!

#haiku ?

#vss365

Sparrow-kuttan

 

Do you remember our night there?

We took time getting used

To the birds, bees, other pests,

And that #foreigner we called Sparrow-kuttan

Must have seen all that we did.

There, I got to know what love is.

If I talk about it, it might fly away, 

Not our Sparrow-kuttan.

#vss365 

trees

 

He was a young boy then. A respectable-looking middle-aged man was peeing behind a tree. 

Was it that tree, like that man’s hand reaching for him? Or that, with shadow spreading, dragging him into those depths away from innocence, the #thunderous pounding dying within?

#vss365

from 

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-tellers-sabbatical.html

her song

 

She's everywhere. Her eyes follow me, with love that #eclipse accusation, why. She sings a song. I don't remember the words. It's not exactly this, it's better...

If we had... 

one more day,

If we had... 

oh god what, 

Would we have 

Remained

Together 

Forever...?

#vss365

from When I Try To Create

 

I #pray well now, when I try to create,

‘Can I use you?’ supplicate at love’s grave,

‘In a dubbed flick of old couples, Him and us -

Face turned away, blank smiles, lying, near?

Let me empty albums full of yellowed past,

Fake diaries too. I hear well now, your silence.’

#vss365

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/10/when-i-try-to-create.html

cypher

 

Trees have stories. Long ago, two lovers dreamt of making love beneath this tree. The clouds and the heavens beneath them. Lies from lips that kissed deeply. Their love was in such #cypher. With the little time they had, they could not have done a better job with truth.

#vss365 

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-tellers-sabbatical.html

from She Went

 

Alex left no suicide note, just a novella for me. It has no plot, only the minutiae of moments with a love 'Deeps'. 

With Veena, I reproduced whole scenes from it. The perfect #undercover lover I was.

When I married Divya, I avoided the book. Her nickname is 'Deeps'.

#vss365 

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2017/12/she-went.html

Without a hope of a hope

 

When I could not handle the Kafkaesque,

I engaged in Mittyesque daydreams.

That is in the past,

In deep-#freeze.

No more of the Mittyesque!

Till life grinds to a halt,

Today, tomorrow, who-cares-when,

Without a hope of a hope.

Don't tell me that that is Kafkaesque.

#vss365

poets & storytellers

 

"Did you know #Utopia is different for poets and storytellers? You poets need a few flowers, lover D-or-A, the mood to brood. Don't scowl. We need more, especially a lover alive to kill. Flower for me? Lovely! Is that a lemon-squeezer in your hand? No, not my ba...owww!"

#vss365

dominoes

 

I wish I was young again, to be 

A hypocrite with great one-liners.

I still try that stunt, and collapse like #dominoes 

When they retort, "Is that how you lived?"

I won't tell you the good I thought or did,

I will have to tell you how really stupid I lived.

#vss365

from

https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2021/06/is-that-how-you-lived.html

Epitaph (written~1992)

 

By my grave they stood,

How they did brood;

She who I loved yet declared not,

A tear! I know not her thought;

Lads! How well you look,

Do you count the time I took;

#Move on, wash not the broken clay,

You who stood by my grave. Or did they?

#vss365

from 

https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/01/his-epitaph-1992.html

Ennu njan naaley nee

 

'Ennu njan naaley nee' (Today me tomorrow you).

That heavy duty sign at the gate welcomed all within.

I was not in the best state:

strapped to a stretcher, 

covered like a mummy,

stinking of incense and flowers,

waiting for my turn 

at the gas crematorium.

Forgotten. 

Already.

(They might remember

to place me in the oven.)

I spotted a pretty lady.

I winked. Auld lang syne.

She gave me a cold stare.

(Cast away wokeish propriety and protests,

Send me away with the right spirit, will you?)

reflection

 

I remember our honeymoon.

A strange incident happened.

We were making love.

"Look at the mirror on the ceiling," she said. 

It took a while to figure out the reflection.

#Maniac, it said.

That's when we knew we were made for each other.

#vss365

fading

 My love was brain dead. I was in the ICU to say ‘Bye’. And ‘I love you’.

A lady stood at the next bed. Her love was paralyzed,  except for his eyes. They made love with their eyes.

I met her later in the hospital prayer hall. 

Two #maniacs praying for the afterlife.

#vss365

from 

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2015/06/fading.html

nightmare

 

"Is a nightmare in which you have a nightmare a dream?"

"Huh?"

"A girl with my dream girl's name called and said I love you."

"Is that a nightmare?"

"A dream girl should remain a dream."

"Bah!"

"When I called back, a kid picked up. The kid called me Papa."

"Be #brave..."

#vss365

country

 

It was my childhood dream

To shift from the concrete jungle

To my lovely #country manor.

Life is lovey here.

Half are crazy,

The rest kill.

When my kid took me 

To the river to bid adieu,

Statistics survived.

#vss365

loss

 

Markets are falling.

Money in #escrow awaits

Loss. Love and life too.

#vss365