To whomsoever it may concern

Dearest,

Look not at what you see. But try and look at what I’m hiding from you. Most people don’t look hard enough. But then I was hoping that you will be different. The artist sees all doesn’t he? God is an artist. He’s the master who created the mortals that you call masters. He created me from his imagination. How much more beauty can you want? Don’t look at the smile that I show you. Instead take the time to trace the ghost of the tears that ran down my face. Find some beauty in this crooked face. For what is a face but shapes held together by a nose? Experience and lessons held together by your eyes. Joy and sadness harnessed together by a single mouth. Treat them not with your eyes, but with that feeling you get when you close your eyes.

Don’t look at what I take the trouble to show to you. Instead look to find the past that I can so easily hide. You don’t have to heal the wounds. You should just see the wounds that I beg you not to make again. I don’t know if I have a soul, help me find mine, and when you do don’t claim it as your own…why claim something that is already yours?

See beyond the body. Don’t reduce me to mere sweat and dung. There is a spirit that soars above my body. That is who I am. Respect me as I do you. Don’t take my vulnerability as my weakness, take it to mean that I trust you with my raw self uncluttered by the world. You don’t have to feel pity; I will never feel sorry for you. You just have to look at me with all my wounds, my weakness, my secrets and still see beyond all this.

This is all I am. No glory. Just a struggling spirit in this world. I have been given your wing and you have been given mine. If you run away with my wing remember your running away from yours too.

But for all this, you have to let go of worldly definition of everything. Don’t define yourself by the words the world gives you. I have no words to define you. In my mind and in my soul you are a feeling…you are a state of consciousness. You’re real and unreal at the same time. You’re infinity and now all in one moment. You begin where I end and I begin where you end. I am you and you are me…. For eternity…

And for all this all you need to do is …

Look not at what you see.

Yours always...

Intoxicated torment

This was a duet by a poet and a poetess. One drowned in whiskey the other silenced by pain.
It happened on one of those rainy days, when it was not supposed to rain, but like everything that goes against you at times, the rain clouds too were against us. It was a volley of emotions shot across by sms believe it or not. This is a collection of text messages that were sent and received. He was drunk on whiskey and I was tormented by pain. Till Shom's lips touch whiskey and I suffer agony.....

A dialog between whiskey and pain.

whiskey:

It is going to rain tonight like the night last.

pain

I love the rain

Let it come tonight

If it doesn’t then make it come

I demand it.

whiskey

You demand rain is it?

Then give me pain

and I’ll rain my tears for you

pain

The rain beats on your face

Tears or impostors

its hard to trace

whiskey

But would you care?

Would you really care if they

Made love to you for a fleeting moment?

Made you feel like a queen

and gave you memories to cherish forever

Would you really care?

pain

Those fleeting moments I hold

in the deepest part of me.

Where a moment is extended

to last somewhere to last somewhere

close to eternity...

But do you possess enough pain to quench my thirst?

Is there so much in you to let the rain clouds burst?

whiskey

Rain me away oh woman

Rain me away...

Oh woman the owner of enigma

Make me thirst

Make me cry

If I don’t have pain I’ll give you my dreams

Oh woman...oh woman!!!

pain

Pain I’ll freely give you,

Your wounds I’ll decorate with my laughter.

Each tear I will accuse of your loving me,

and each verse I’ll write with your intoxicated blood.

But the wounds I make I bleed to heal you,

The tears you cry rip a hole in my being too.

whiskey

Kill me kill me again and again

So that I am reborn not as I

not as you but as us.

Let there be us.

I am willing.

I am willing to die.

Love is the perspiration of the soul

Let us mix it

Let us be one.

Give me pain...oh give me pain...

pain

Oh sweet tormentor of my soul

Let us dwell in this madness

This is glorious ecstasy that burns within me

that burns within you...that burns within us...

To purity that’s beyond our comprehension.

whiskey

Oh lady oh lady...

When has death been so romantic?

When has death been such a witness?

When has man loved so?

When have the laws been defied such

When has there been more torment

and each moment of torment

more intense than the dying sun

When has love died so to live forever?

Eternity has been defeated

We love...

Let there be no witness

for no witness shall comprehend

Let there be pain

Let there be rain

Love me woman

Hurt me till the end!!

pain

You bereft me lord of words.

You take the breath out of my lungs

You let me not sigh even.

You have encompassed me in my entirety.

There is no longer the sun

We have surpassed it.

There is no air...you are all i breath

There is no god....you are my salvation.