Follow Pain

Pain draws a line on the beach

A man walks around it

Waves get close to the line

He touches the ends of the line

extends it with a finger

writes over the line

Scrubs it out completely

Then draws another.

Passages

Open passages between us and around us

When do we see them?

Why do we walk past them?

Sour Grapes

Jilted Lovers

Who are we kidding?

Standing at a window

Looking at everything that surrounds us

Who are we seeking?

She lies there with books by her side.

Unread pages

Sleeping with torn out thoughts

A hand on her head

A smile on her lips

Locations and thoughts on the film part 1

There are these girls with yellow printed tops. Heart shaped rings and a small watch. Couples of dancers entertain the crowd. Some of Anish’s friends will be sitting at the bar and drinking. The girl will be sitting to the side of the bar. She is one of these Table tip women.

The girl will begin to interact with the crowds. She slowly talks about stories that have never happened to her. She is confused initially of these stories. The main character is sitting at the bar for quite sometime. The young man enters into the bar. He also talks to this girl and begins to believe these stories.

The lights in these bars give a nice velvety sort of feel to the whole ambience. The customers listen to the girl in the foreground and begin to believe these falsehoods. An Arab guy can be seen in the background of this film. The girl’s story can be overheard by the Arab people. But they are little too drunk to even care.

The locations are

Gulf Gate Hotel Bar

Manama back alleys

Jennifer character

I feel like my body is left untouched. Like a thousand swords scathed and hurt my breaking soul.

I'm but one with my body not with myself either. I live as three asking my very thoughts to circumnavigate the visuals in my head. This man before me leaves scars on my musings. We are but here by chance. It is in voices of these alcohol drenched walls I find my solace.

I look over at the sun bathed trees for a glance. It is in these flittering moments I lend my eyes a pleasant sight. Little does he know about being watched? He walks briskly slicing through the air with his feet. He looks on to me with upbeat sense of hope. I watch out for the crossing.

He sits on a chair reading his book. Intently turning the pages and seeking out lines like plucking fruit. He is suddenly pulled into a trance: a vision of two trees stops his step and he turns around.

I run with the wind with a steady step not really trying to keep up with this man. Who is this man bringing pleasure to my fluttering heart but I don’t want to seek?

He looks at his watch and feels the dial for a bit. There is a sudden uncertainty in the movement of his head. People begin to pass him by slowly and steadily. He raises his feet to straighten out his body hoping for a slight gaze. He then looks straight at me. He stares knowingly nodding his head ever so slightly. I stray away from his gazing letting his eyes encroach my body. I slowly walk into my van feeling his gaze upon me. I let out a smile without even looking at him.

Jennifer character

Writing

Many of us seem to look for things that will sideline us from the so call creation of things.

We are not her for the parties lavished on us.

It is in the corners of these rooms we get our solace.

Who says we have to travel the corners of the world to see our faces.

Faces for some our truths, 

For others Trees with branches withering down to its bones,

Skulls dancing to sweet sound of the wind,

What bends these trees in the wind?

Who said the moon was real?

What poetry you read that truly made sense?

There is only one truth that will make sense to all of us and it is in the embers of this form.

the form that has made papers burn.

Burning the soul of the inexistant man.

Giving him a voice that is for once true and formidable.

Listless Writing

It is in times of peril and great self discovery we thwart our cynism towards life. It is in breathing and partially coming to terms with our bodily actions we seem to live out our existences. Time seems to run out of our hands every time we are not looking. Holding time is precisely what will make us understand ourselves. This not an exercise on redemption, it is more like a journey i want each and every one of you to take. I hope to get some insight into why I am who I am? 

Without My Smokes

Farewell
Bitter Air
Sour Scares
beaten hairs
washed out wares
open minded thoughts
jitter ed plots

Hi
boring days
long stares
dead silence
happy days
for no apparant reason

Goodbye
Friends

Hello Mom

Goodbye
Death

Shit Fuck Life

Hello Dad
Stuck with a Tie

Goodbye real days

Friends

let us stop reading
let us for once look at the stars
let us breath the velvet clouds
let us stop saying our names again
let us look at one another once more
let us speak the unspoken words
let us become strangers
and let us say goodbye no more

take care all my cousins

AIDS FREE

Imagine a new world
people doing things
which are taboo in the old one

People forge relationships on distrust
where animals are bred to breed
where anything is possible
new aids free cafe
where anything unimaginable can be done

no bounds
no chains
only your own

Do you want this?