Beyond Religion

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Based on a true story, "Beyond Religion" is a thrilling forbidden love story between Lyn and Haith- lovers from different religious backgrounds. Read their story to know how their story ended.

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The Ugly Flu

There, she was lying.

Beautiful as she’s always been. Ney! Even more.

Her long silky hair was dangling as a willow tree touching both sides of the casket. Smiling she was like a happy bride. In her smile I read a message of peace as if she wanted to tell me that heaven is a welcoming house.

She was happy. I was not!

I was looking at her peaceful face sadly knowing that my life is no longer life. Her death vanished away all the colours from existence. Her death only left the shades of some pleasant memories. Now everything is dark.

In her last days, cancer was eating her up. She didn’t want me to know!

She made everyone swear not to say a word to me about her breast cancer. “She is doing very well in her exams so don’t tell her. This would affect her studies,” she often told them.

I had a feeling that everyone was hiding something from me. They knew about her. They knew she was saying goodbye. She was enjoying the sunny days for the last time in her life. They knew. I did NOT!

“It’s just flu, sweety,” she told me every time she glanced skeptical questions hovering in my eyes. “It’ll vanish in days.”

It did vanish but it took her away. Cancer, that ugly and deceptive flu, took my mother away.

“Why?” I sobbed over her silent body. “Why didn’t you tell me, mama. I could’ve been nicer to you. I could’ve worshiped you, my goddess; kissed your soft hands for hours and hours.”

That moment, I thought of many things I could have done before her disappearance; many things I wouldn’t be able to do anymore.

“You can pray for her now to make her grave a pleasant place,” said that religious man in her funeral, “She needs your prayers.”

I had no choice but to believe him not because of his pious appearance but because I wanted to do something for my mother to atone for my mistakes. “It’s not really goodbye,” he asserted me. “One day you will both meet in heaven where you will have an immortal life to live, and then you'll be able to do all the things you could’ve done, son.”  

A Better World

Wouldn’t it be a better world

If the sky strewed

Gummy bears, smarties, candy drops

Licorice, gums and lollipops?

A dusky wretched sky, would no longer exist

No more colourless rain

Filthy rich kingdoms, unfairly visit

Picture the streets, stuffed with sweets

Wide smiles. Roofs are colourful

Life would be so beautiful.

And famine 

    Would be then

            Only a page

                     Folded in a history book.

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Description:

A Snowman in the Desert is a multi-thematic collection of short poems, which is also the title of one of the poems included. The collection reflects various feelings of different people. It also depicts death and life in a very mysterious and metaphoric way. It is filled with unexpected and exotic imagery as well.

Haste Autumn (A poem)

Haste Autumn, come and take

Sad memories, no sound make

From that tree I used to stay

With my love spending a day

Chatting, giggling and the leaves

Spying on the love we weave.

Summer is over, dark the sky

Leaves are broken and dry

Haste Autumn, the past end

And my heart heal and mend

Fresh leaves Spring will bring

A new love for me to sing.

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Chubby and Confident (A poem)

I’m not a sexy chick

An old chubby hen!

Four words, do you love me?

Then kneel with a ring

Or waste not my time

I have a queue of men.

The Mortal Spool (A poem)

Around the mortal spool

She rolled her precious thread

Gray, black, white and red.

She rolled it carefully, with a muffled breath

Concealed the odious black

Behind the white thread.

She labeled the gray part with excuses,

With justifications.

And proudly warbled about

The clean obvious thread,

Harshly scrubbed the red.

She kept rolling and rolling

Wistfully knowing, this is coming to an end.

A divine fatal cut would determine

How dark, clean, vague or bloody

Her life before it ends.