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Extreme silence

Shamim Ahmed

I was standing all alone there. No one, not even a whizzing fish in the water was moving around. The sun was setting; I saw a few birds gathering on the squelchy lazy stone. The roaring of the waves made me nothing other than a wavy cloud in the eastern sky. My mind got lost in the bride like glow of the fading dawn. I was thinking about you!

I have never been to Saint Martin before. I had no plans either. I was so used to the motorized life back at Dhaka. I have already started to forget those trembling days where I spent a lot of precious time finding the extreme silence of inaudible thoughts or getting lost in the unhinged softness of being tagged as the charm of a blissful prince from the Greek epic! I was running out of my sparse schedule.

I thought I would never ever see her again in my life. I never wanted to get back to those days of love and heed. I see a smart kid in the shoreline of the sea. He was going back with the excitement of discovering a sea for the first time with his own eyes. This little chap is getting smaller and smaller in size, waving his small hands at me from far away. I can see the blank look in the girl's eyes next to him, though I should not have! I am going to meet the dream of my life that I lost long ago.

I look at the crowd, and the colours that are all around. I can listen to the somnolent whisper of a maiden sphere. My eyes become like the resting beams of a stagnant lighthouse! I can see all the unseen shades in the midnight silence; I can smell the green leaves in a crunched twilight. I can see you walking towards me with the sweetest look in the bluish moonlight. I can read your mind where nothing but a winter breeze roves around; I can touch your lips like I find myself again in the farthest space of the eternal end! I can see us lost in love yet again and the gentle waves calm down nearby your feet. Silence takes place…I look into your eyes and it's all dark and deep! A strange soft voice crafts the old life…only the deadbeat owl lives as the sign of lunacy and we keep loving…forever and ever……………

Limmericks

Once I'm in My Bubble Bath
Once I'm in my bubble bath
I like to stir up more.
Half the suds go in my eyes
And half go on the floor.
The fun is in the bubbles 'cause
They giggle on my skin,
And when I stick them on my face
They dangle from my chin.
And when I splash them hard enough
They pop and disappear,
And then my bath time's over 'cause
I've made the water clear.

We Met upon the Internet
We met upon the Internet,
A friendship electronic,
Expressed alone in words and thoughts,
Inevitably platonic.
We live too far apart for us
To mingle in the flesh,
But much more close than family,
Our hearts and feelings mesh.
Your dear, dear self reveals itself
Without a voice or face.
We have our own sweet home within
Our precious cyberspace.


-Sent By Asif