bearded philosopher

bearded philosopher

Friday, April 3, 2009

Study of unknown woman


Large eyes, not too large but large enough to be beautiful. Straight hair, touch of brown, very soft.Well made eyebrows and ya that trademark nose.They say it runs in the family.She was beautiful, sat down in her red dress. Beaming , happy , in control.Large bag, the only element of her which seemed out of proportion.

Unsure what to say, a presence formidable.Next to the right corner of her head you could hear music play. Strange circumstances. Strange days,strange places.

Coffee getting bitter, or was it supposed to be bitter.Some fancy relativity stuff about time is when you see a magnificent dame you loose track of the tick tocks.

Well, time had stopped for me quite unknowingly. My thoughts concentrated on a single nothingness.In her eyes, i saw the eyes of yore, in her cheeks i saw the red of better days.And in that woman sitting in the corner I found a reason to write.

Amen. :)

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Jannat to Anonymous

Jannat was her name and she was merry
Danced her way to school so sunny
Whirled around in sweet fantasy
Jannat SUltan was so happy

When the small girl became big
Little did she know of the gig
Big words, big city.
Unholy minds and no pity.

Shocked was she ,confused and pained
In the middle of the night she cried.
Hovering around her head Imaculate dimay.
Alas where was Jannat?

And so years took toll on her
she became wise,
stripped off her name which reminded her of fairy land.
and put on a mask and a cloak to hide
from dangers unknown,,,
and so became Jannat, the Anonymous