Black Lotus

"Who was she?" "Everything nice amidst all of my chaos. Let's leave it at that now." He replied. "No please tell me!" She begged. "Well.. she was everything right to my everything wrong... What?" "Lame ass that literally sounds like a ripoff from a highway bookstores' quote card." She smirked. 'Sigh.' he took a drag from his half done cigarette and continued "She.. she was my mane. She was the light in my dark. She was the truth in disguise. She was the fire in the circus. The love of my life. She was the fleeting spark off of a Flint. She was the polarity to my extremes. She was what no one else could ever be. She was what I needed but didn't deserve. She was what I had when I lost it all. She was there when no one was. She was the spirit of my life. She was the twist to my plots-" She interrupted "hey! but, wait, why is it that you seem to be narrating a past experience?" She wondered "Whe...

"Why? Why does it have to be him? Why does it always have to be him? You always bleed. Weep. Break. Fall and die only for him!?" He asked her his last few words almost incoherent. "Nahi Pappa..." Her voice trailed off. She couldn't control her tears that fell in spite of no clear reason why. She ran up to her bedroom slammed the door shut. But this time it wasn't only the frame that creaked. Or only the adjacent glass vase to the door that broke. She fell. Shattered. Scattered in all the right places for all the wrong reasons. For someone who literally did nothing to deserve it. And as she pulled up her sleeve and slit her wrist, at least the tally was complete. As she wondered herself as well; 'why him?'. ~A n excerpt from a book I'll probably never write by Mudassir Mohsin Jowher mudassirjowher@gmail.com facebook.com/mr.jowher instagram.com/mudassirmohsin

You wish me luck. You wish me best. You wish me morning. You wish me every night. You love me. You ask me to stay. You treasure me. You need me by your side. You heart seeks what you choose to find in me. You get what you like. You like what you get. When all turns better, you still need me the same. When the world is bright. You crave me all the same. When the dusk hits hard. You go back home to me. When stars all fade. You sit in my embrace. You wait for the sunrise, curled in my lap. We sit side by side telling our tales. You find me there when you need me by your side. And the world turns sour when I have to wake up. You aren't here. You aren't mine. That's when I realize you aren't real. Just another wish, another dream., another life, Another reality. Another fantasy. Some other time. ~Wish. by Mudassir Mohsin Jowher mudassirjowher@gmail.com facebook.com/mr.jowher instagram.com/mudassirmohsin

Few and faithful,  to as many as possible.  Just a pebble's footprint,  on the windy shores,  of sands of time..  I just want to,  hold my hands in joy as I,  love as many people as I  can. For baby life's precious and time is less; And things in this world aren't meant to last.  I flesh out lines, and draw out my words. For people who'd just care to listen. I bring out fires, and reign in my words. For people who'd just care to enliven. Deep down a calm,  breeze as I try to Stay focused. And explode in glee while we're still here. For time here's fixed. And our minds are jinxed. I just hope I can leave here. Leave here in peace. Leaving here at ease. Knowing that I did my best. And did no bad to, my nest. So that when the time does come for me. And I can't be a pebble, I'll bear my boulder. For on the other side I'll have my friends and aides. Standing with me as we make it big. Standing with me while we mak...

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