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Muddled Strangers

Posted 7/1/2017

Hello there. How are things?

Hello… err, I didn’t recognize you. Have we met?

Yes we have.

Really? When?

A moment ago!

What! You mean when you said hello to me?

Yes, precisely... Now, it may be more than a moment. How time passes. Isn’t it?

I don’t know if you are a funny guy or some kind of crook?

Good dual observation. Well, why don’t you take a wild guess, about me?

About you? How can I do that? I barely know you, now… well for two minutes.

Yes. That’s very good.

Good! What’s good in it?

You are already learning to be like me.

Is that better?

What do you mean?

I mean is it better to be like you? Why can't I remain like myself only?

No one is stopping you in doing that. In fact you have been like yourself all your life.

Are you saying that you have changed to this new type from your earlier type?

I must have.

Oh! Okay, so you don’t know if you have changed or not.

That’s a valid question.

That fine, but what is the answer.

… you know what; I am getting a bit muddled here.

Okay. Fair enough. What do you want to do to clear this… well muddle?

Start over again.

Are you sure?


Okay here we go…


Hello there. How are things?

Hello, err I didn’t recognize you. Have we met?

Yes we have...

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Am I a Superman?

Posted 6/7/2017

Is he a superman?

How did he do this?

How could he… do this?

Does anyone think he had it in him?

This level of endurance,

Capacity to tolerate the unending tortures

Self inflicted or even self consumed


A lone man

Encircled by layers and layers of

Unbroken chains of moments,

Days, nights, weeks, months

Year after year, after year, after…

Surrounded by never ending                                    

Powerful suffocating situations,


The lone man felt insignificant

Like a scrawny Jew

Begging for his life in front of Nazi guns

Like a blade of grass being tossed around

But, he had no idea

He had the tolerance of a superman!


Looking back

Even a single moment of his lonely life

And times gone by

Years of sinful separation

Unbearable heaviness of carrying an unfair heart

Inside his chest

Each such moment

Had power to blow away his breath

Or stub his life out

With a careless stamp of a shoe


He looks up in awe,

What is this magic about?

Who did this?

Where have those impossible

Snarling days gone?

How did his life turn around?

He met no Harry with a magic wand


Now… that life has turned around

Will it matter how it happened

Who did this?

And what was the reason for getting it done

But for him,

Life was beautiful again

So beautiful, that it had never been

That beautiful

He does not remember feeling so happy

Light hearted, carefree, unconcerned… ever

He claims this is the best phase of his life

He is not even bothered if this will last or…

How long will be the life of this new life

He is not concerned because

He feels for the first time ever

He is in control

He knows he is going to make it work

This time there are no alternates

No excuses, no pressures

No one can deprive him of this bliss

Now or ever

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