[Afternoon Harpoon!]

It has been with me since morning. The days are sunny and hot. In my country the rainy season always brings a lot more rainwaters as well as a high temperature at the same time. People enjoy and suffer around the bounty of seasonal changes.

Dog days come by and be gone. And every afternoon comes with the subtle feeling of hollowness. Though I'm not talking about the busy days that keep us far away from the beauty and enjoyment.

My faineant afternoons are filled with thoughts and glimpses of poetry and music if I want to listen to them. I enjoy it. And recently, I've started composing some stories.

Sitting in my deck-chair my fragmented mind awaits a successful prey. I hold my Harpoon of mighty bliss that catches the stories that sparks into my mind.

I spend my afternoons in such a way that many consider them like foolish acts. However, my strong black coffee accompanies me. I took my laptop and usually for the purpose of writing. If my Harpoon makes a successful catch, my fingers start to move fast.

I have a kind of feeling that if I like writing anything, I feel pleasure. On the contrary if I write it otherwise, I don’t feel the motivation and happiness I seek for while composing any kind of stuff.

As many of you already know, I like to write and create content. I don’t know if I'm that much successful or not, but I feel comfort and fun with it. As long as it stays I am here, I am here with you folks. Coming up with my observations, feelings, utopian thoughts, poems, criticism and language learning stuff I will try to infotain you.

Sometimes, my Harpoon misses the exact shot. But I never lose hope. I know it will work and definitely work. It's not all the time that I find good stuff but I follow the age old way.

The Sun is setting slowly. And my cup is also about to be filled with coffee again. My figures are numb and the daylight vanishes slowly. A long hot day is running towards the cooling calmness of night.

I can hear the chatter of unknown birds. They are returning to their nest, and my thoughts are getting forms with the help of my fingers through words that I shared today.

Here it goes folks...

The Distant Green Light....!

The flimsy light was glittering its blue rays. I was standing and probably looking aimlessly to the horizon. My fragmented thoughts were trying to open their wings. And it reminded me of her.

I didn’t have any idea about that light, the source or even the subtle purpose. But the cool wind and the murmuring sound of waves were so tempting for anyone to be oblivious or sinking into the deep realm of nostalgia.

Her eyes, her smile and the moments we spent together were like coming out of the foggy ambience and of my mind. Sometimes, the blue stiff light was trembling right and left. Searching for something; something known/unknown or giving a signal it seemed.

Sailors often lose their routes because of hazards, vices, creepy weather and the mind which is occupied with horror. Lighthouses are made to keep the sailors right on track. But this time I am not a Sailor nor the keeper of the Lighthouse. I'm just a lover and oblivious with our memories and madness.

Whenever, I come by the beach; especially in this particular part, I feel nostalgic. Fresh memories from the recent past always make me far away from reality.

I met her with the subtle impressions of several events and odds. But her love made me be the person who can be considered as the great lovers of all time. Though I am not; I think. However, I mostly am occupied with the memoirs of love and compassion.

We took the Oath of strongly not being in a condition of indifference. Life is as it is. We embrace it, get mad at it, live it, endure it, enjoy it at the same time. The ongoing events make impressions on our holistic self. We celebrate; we mourn; we rebel against it, live to the fullest no matter what life goes on.

By this sandy and enchanting beach in my dreams mingled into her sleepy eyes. My throat dries up. My breath has become heavier and my eyes remain half closed. I fell in love. I get lost, I find no way of all the ways. She laughed and laughed.

*We fall in love under the distant green light...!

Thank you for your time.

With💙
@chrysanthemum

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