I Close My Eyes And Write…
Categories: #besomebody, Beliefs, Life, Love, Relationships, Writing
I close my eyes and write so that I can feel what I am feeling. So I can touch what I’m thinking. So I can put my finger on the truth, and turn my back on deception… So I can hold my heart in my hand, trace over its tears and smooth out its sorrows… unwrap its affection… and release what’s locked deep within its caves…
I see more clearly in the dark…
When my eyes are tucked beneath my mind, and I stare at my soul… inspect my spirit… Shut off my conscious to make way for the continuous… that constant flow of emotion that swells behind the walls of worry and the constraints of restraint.
I close my eyes and write so I can talk to myself. Debate with Decision and converse with Confusion… Argue with Anxiety… Ask myself the questions that I don’t want anyone else to hear… Admit the answers that are too ugly for the open… Tell the secrets I wouldn’t dare share in the light…
I close my eyes and write so I can imagine what I can’t conceive… Envision a future that’s too bold to be told… Dream a destiny that’s too big for words… Create an alternate Universe… tempt Fate… tease Fiction… Tell a story that Fantasy wouldn’t believe…
I close my eyes and write so I can awaken my other senses… those that are blinded by sight and blurred by stares. …the ones that shy from the stage, and shrink from The Moment….. I listen to Doubt and eavesdrop on Insecurity… I smell Fear… I put my hands around Impossible’s neck and beat the shit out of Regret… I taste temptation… but spit out the seeds… so I can find my way home…
I close my eyes and write to find YOU… to see your face in the darkness… to picture your smile… and lips…and neck… to touch you hair like the first time… to hold your hand and play with your fingers… to memorize your scent, and save it, for the silent nights… to apologize to your tears and make promises to your cries… and keep them. To tell you my bad dreams… say I’m scared… and beg you to stay… and mean it.
I close my eyes and write because it hurts, and heals… Because it captures and sets free… It let’s go, and lays to rest… It transforms never to Now… freezes the Moment… and time stands still… while I search… and wander… marvel at the mystery… and try to make sense of it all…
Until it’s time to write again.
Kash $
Photo by: NJ Khan. Berlin, Germany.
you continue to amaze with every single post; so proud of you… #FOTL
Thank you… means a lot.
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You write the stuff of Dreams. Very intense. Very profound. I keep waiting for your next post.
Thanks Dad… and i always wait for your comments.
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talk soon,
love
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I used to practice meditation (yoga). What you have described is something similar. Sometimes, when I’m awake at night owing to something that bothers me, I go into a meditative trance and then a whole new world opens to me. You have the talent to write well (like your dad and Uncle Abid, both of whom are my friends), go on writing and one day you will be famous.
Shakir – thanks so much for your comment and kind words. I am hoping to also begin meditation as well to help unlock inner thoughts and feelings, and translate them into action/understanding in my daily life… I think whether it’s through meditation, writing, painting, sport, etc, whatever the outlet, it’s powerful when we find a means to let out what lies deep within us… We see more clearly, without all the noise.
thanks again and you are right, I learned to write from my Dad!!
all the best,
kash
Self-exploration and confronting your bitter truth in the dark … I love the way you identify and express your feelings. Always makes me smile because your words are somehow so real
Thanks Bushra.
I always feel like when we close our eyes, open our heart, and speak from our soul, what comes out is real and raw… truth. It doesn’t matter than if it’s “good” or “bad”, because it’s honest. And we all can relate to honest emotions.
Happy new year!
Kash