he wept.
alone.
he wept for hilarious coincidences.
he wept for hearts torn out, trampled upon, and set alight by forces of indifference.
he wept for the lonely.
he wept for those creatures like himself, tucked in their rooms high on solitude, feeling bereft, achingly longing for something more.
someone more.
he wept.
he wept for dried and shrivelled daffodils.
he wept listening to ‘this charming man’.
he wept for the spongy lines.
he wept for the dialogue, insufferably banal and boring as can be.
he wept for them.
he wept for the muddied, soaked, fractured, throbbing, rehearsed pulses of conversational sub-genres.
he wept for himself.
he wept for his narcissism, egomaniacal, puffed up and bloated on hubris.
he wept. i wept.
he wept for us all.
i still weep.
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OMG. And I do too!
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we are all connected as the old South African philosophy of “uBuntu” says “I am because you are”
Peace my friend ✌
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Peace to you too. Yes, we are all connected.
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and how wonderfully so
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gorgeous piece
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thank you very much, dear friend. much appreciated and humbled by your kind and generous words.
Peace and Equality for all ✌
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Such a heart wrenching , very well written Afzal bhai. Hope you are having amazing days. 😊😊
Aquib.
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shukriya Aquib bhai … your generosity is deeply appreciated. I’m doing well thanks and hope you and the family are as well … peace ✌
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Beautifully written
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thank you very much, friend.
Peace and Equality for all ✌
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Peace and light
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✌
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