Sunday, September 5, 2010

Memoirs Of A Lone Drifter..(For the record: No thing to do with me)





(P.S: this is an attempt of creative writing in English..It is filled with mistakes ,mis-spellings ,disconnected thouhts and heavy load of boring stuff .Consider your self warned)
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He walked..

He'd been walking for eons, it feels. He forgot when he started ,or where his journey started ,and he didn't care. He was here , and that was enough for.

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He crossed leagues. 

He stopped. Looked back at all the plains ,the hills ,the rivers he crossed..

Then he looked ahead...More plains were there..More hills and rivers..

He knew he had to cross them.

He sighed ,shrugged ,and started walking again..

.........

He was tired alright ,but he came so far to stop now. Not now ,not at this stage of his journey..

He assumed he was in the midway to his destination .He couldn't remember his destination any more ,but by now he knew it was the journey that matters ,not the destination..

(A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step)

He smiled ,looked down at his worn out shoes. How many miles had he crossed so far?

He didn't know ,and again ,he didn't care..

..........

He thought of those he had to leave behind..

Those who loved him unconditionally ,and he loved them back..But he had to leave them ,out of love.

For this ,he cared..

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His journey was not a lonely one..

He had companions along the way. People whom he trusted with his life. They never let him down, but they ,like him, had their own journeys. Their own plains to cross. Their own rivers..

They were away. But they were there..This much he knew..

And that was enough

..........

He lied down on the dew wet grass..

He was gazing at the Moon..

The shiny ,scarred, beautiful silver disc ,like a sad face floating in the sky..

Was that light only a reflection of the Sun? All that sad beauty? .He thought that was possible ,but this didn't diminish the magic of the moment..

Then he shifted his gaze to the stars..

With their cold blue light ,like diamonds on violet velvet..

They were different from the ones he used to watch at the beginning of his journey..

He used his imagination, connecting the stars. 

He was looking at a face. A familiar one he knew so well for all his life.The face was looking at him. Sad. Broken..

He kept his eyes on the stars for so long ,before he closed his eyes and went to sleep..

He never knew it ,but he cried in his sleep.

.........

He was walking again..

His shadow ,casted by the silver moonlight ,was in front of him.

He smiled ,it occurred to him that it looked like he was chasing his own shadow. He thought that was a race he was definitely going to lose. The thought  was so ridiculous ,he started laughing.

Then there was that noise from behind the bushes..

He didn't turn his head..

He knew what he would see if he did.

They followed him from the beginning. With their yellow ,bright ,sick eyes and shapeless dark bodies, twisted in impossible ways..

His demons..

He used to fear them. They always came for him at his weakest. To feast on his fears ,his darkness ,his restlessness and his doubts.

But he didn't fear them anymore..

He accepted them now ,as a part of his journey ,a part of him. He hated them ,but they were there. So better to live with that. It was an ongoing battle he knew he couldn't win ..But he definitely wouldn't allow himself to lose. A draw was fine with him

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He ,again, looked forward..

Long was his way ,

Something was always waiting around the corner..

A caring face maybe. 

A helping hand..

More rivers.

Larger plains,

Higher, more rugged hills,

He didn't know anymore where his path lead.

He just enjoyed the moment.

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Till next time

A.




7 comments:

Genuine Breath said...

You are wrong there, this is not a bad writing at all, I really enjoyed the prose imagery and some artistic lines...Perhaps a deeper look at the use of the punctuation, omitting some filler pronouns here and there would make your flow much better... But in any case, it's a fine enjoyable read.

Thank you for sharing.

Benghazi Citizen said...

Thank you very much for your support...
AndI am certainly glad that you liked what I wrote..
:)
B.C

Ruwida Ashour said...

you are doing well in english writing go on bro ..........really nice

Unknown said...

It was very touching to me , I felt myself there hiding behind each letter ...
Please my friend , keep writing this kind of posts.
Enjoyed each tiny bit of it ...

Benghazi Citizen said...

Weda: thank you ..Gladyou think it is nice...:)
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E.S: we all are in a jurney..ad although we like to think other wise ,we all go through the same path..
Thank you very much ,E.S...

Dr.butterfly said...

very well done here BC...!!
it's been a while since i have took a glance on your blog, but honestly i enjoyed your every word, your every line.
do not stop and keep pouring your thoughts by your simple and glorying words :)

i can't wait to read more... thank you for sharing it with us!

sallam

Benghazi Citizen said...

dr.butterfly
Thanks...I really feel flattered...
and I feel really pleased that you like what I wroe:)
hank you dear friend