'Nanartham'

Inside our circle of a dozen friends, the two of us constructed a triangular home. A gloaming home with three corners of democracy, communism and Islam. As it was always dark in our triangular home, it was incomprehensible to recognise another being without a sound or a touch. We sat in distant corners of the home and argued with the rest from the outside ring in the darkness. We both did fairness to our brains, leaning against two distinct corners of the same triangular home. Love entered between our loneliness while sitting in two niches in the same home. It grabbed us tightly and tugged us together Love overcame tug from different corners. One day in December, when it was snowing outside, we faced each other at dusk. Love spilt over from my heart and got down on their forehead through my lips. It got on in their brain and kindled the lust, and landed on my lips. I was overwhelmed by a heavenly feeling that I had never undergone before. Within instants, consciousness st...

I had no hint when you stole my soul without my consent. As your name incriminates, your gesture and nature overran to the inner core of my spirit, and you sat in silence. I sipped as much sweat possible through your wisdom from my mind. When you came over to me, I fell into a gloaming I had never comprehended. Another man, who has seized tenancy of your mind, has  begun to wear me down like a devil as he devours you. If your ache is likeable, my misery is mixed with despair and pain. I don't know what I might do to make you mine! Someone is whispering to me from deep inside that you  belong to me. The love that can forfeit everything! Fatiguing physical pleasure! Still, I need you forever. 🖊 Askar

I felt a tiny twinge of regret while I tucked her writing of blended letters and kept it inside my diary.  If I had been offered my diary, there might have been a pinch of possibility. I had penned my journal with her name, in which I had written everything I couldn't let out to her.  Maybe the other name on the wedding invitation received today would not have been so clangorous.  I am realising now that the blaze bred inside me in my teens, not shady for 12 years, is none other than love. When I was sitting with her in a silent room and seeing her name on my phone display, what should I name the emotion evoked inside me other than love?  What should I name the slipping tears when I see another name on this card other than longing? 🖊️ Askar

A friend, who eventually evolved into my guest, came up with a little chat while delighting in my lunch. A vegetation friend cooked meat for me and served it with mindfulness. A beloved pal cooked eggs for me when I returned from the gym and warmed my bath water to whack the December chillness.  A chum who naps every night by clasping me with love. A mate who hugged me with love and kissed me on the forehead when I unfurled my mind and apprised the history. For a year, I haunted that pal who left home when time passed through the darkness by promising he would come back. He wandered without giving me eye contact even though he was beside me. My mind was not willing to overlook that mate who sharpened my uneasiness for a year. When my intellect commenced misplacing gradually, I met another chum with expertise in psychology. He started to study my mind. "As usual, intellect altered the path for emotion." He advised calling my old friend to fill the ditch he had...