Literature

A young fella

A young heart, with broken soul went to mountain, as if he could find peace moving away from people and everything. One week passed, he barely eat or drink. His soul poured with so much pain, he didn’t even notice when the sun rises, when the moon shines around the stars.

Eventually, he had to concentrate on arranging foods, made a shelter to bring a bit of comphort, so that he could cry upon his painful memories.

A months later, he thought, the memories doesn’t bring any value, other than giving him pain and suffering. He wanted to erase memories. And so he started thinking about finding a way, to erase every pain he has in his heart.

Three months later, he realized, he had given so much time remembering all his pain, they no longer giving him the suffering he used to have months ago. He spent another month thinking how that happened, why the memories doesn’t hurt him as much as it should.

One day, the young fella, who still have a broken heart, went back to his home. And started living like many others, as if, he could find peace among the people.

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That’s all I know about that lad. I do not know what he realized, or, what happened to him afterwards. It’s up to you, if you’re curious enough, feel free to think and make your assumption, or, realization- whatever you name your finding.

Here, I am going to go sleep on it, tada!

Signed,
Omaar Osmaan aka Oo.

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Senses of no-sense!

Sometimes words tend to play hide-n-seek, every time you put your hands on keyboard or the pen, words get puzzled and tend not to make sense.

Other times, words drops as if rain without ending, you could just glue words after words, and viola- thought becomes musical, does not matter whether they make sense or not. :P

Miss my days of writing Haiku- and walking around blogging universe!

But. Ahoy. Happy new year!

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Tale: Madness

Once you spot a person who is Mad, well, a Mad person, whom you get to know at some point of your life- and for one reason or another you decided to hang out with that Mad person. Be sure that soon you’ll find many other seemingly Mad people around you, like it or not.

At this point, you’ve choice whether you want to keep up, and become the Maddest- or, run away. Will you be a smart lad/lass, thinking you will pretend to enjoy the Madness? Just for a while?

Pretty soon you won’t have to pretend. Because, no matter how strong your sanity you think you’ve- it will pass, sooner or later.

And, my dear fellow, you will become yet another Mad person. Just like the others- welcome to the Mad world.