The claps echoed on the walls. I could only stare into the darkness, with a smile victorious for what we have accomplished. It seemed like ages that we had practiced from days to nights. I have to say, we had performed beyond our own expectations. Everyone seemed to have risen to the occasion, far more tremendously compared to the weak rehearsals we had gone through. The stage was set, the atmosphere was ready, our faces flushed, guts wrenched hard. Even as I stared blindly, for my blurred vision beheld me from the eyes of many, I felt power. For once in my life, I felt free, to enjoy the fruits of our labour. For once, I was me. And for that I thank you, everyone.

She comes in a dress of yellow, shining even in the light of dawn. Her movement, hurried, as though her life depended on her tardiness. My imagination flashed. Dress equates non-school associations. Ideas cropped up. Job? No. Playing hooky? No. Racial Harmony Day? Could be. I can only gaze as she passes, me unnoticed. She disappears as fast as her arrival. I could only whisper a hello, before ending my one sided greeting with a silent goodbye. My beloved friend, how I wished to again share a short company of u. Alas, a meeting would only stall u from the whirlwinds of your own life. However, the day was young. I spent the next 11 hrs at the theatre, performing passions of the uncouthed. As I walked home, I met a girl, common to me though we've never met. I had seen her many a times before. Awaiting the green man to light the way at the junction, she crosses my path a moment still in the red, as we crossed at the junction, brushing me a whiff of her scent. Artificial though, light chemicals from her shampoo or conditioner, I would never know. None the less, a treat to my tired senses. Its funny that people rush and lose what the simple things in life they had held dear before. By the way, tomorrow's a day to make or break. May god be with us.

Beauty, plagues me with rages
of insanity, putting my innocence in the line of fire, questioning my
identity of religious sanctions but alas, resist u i cannot. The more i
try to look away, the more i'm tested to turn again. She moves, uniform
in motion with her troupe, so intuned with the music u could have sworn
she wasn't a mere mortal. In my mind i crumble, bowing before the
majestic glow of this entity, much more of a goddess. I can only wait
like a stone on my seat to hide my shame of inferiority, drawing my
hands over my head, maintaining my composure. She puts up a smile,
stabbing my soul with agony. Lord, my heart is willing but my mind is
much to weak for this passage to happiness. Another hour of lust,
another day wasted. This is my world. Gd nite cretins. Sleep well.

{ Time, tender like a bruised heart. I sit by the ledge of my apartment balcony, 13 floors up, feet dangling in the night's breeze. Of course i could not feel the cold on my legs. I had never felt anything from my waist down since the accident. I never really grew bothered with everyone who said that it was a miracle i survived and i should be happy to be alive. I had stopped staring back at those who gaze at me with their beady eyes and simple minds when i pass them on my wheel-chair, as though i was a freak in a circus. The thought never crossed my mind to sue the bastard who had done this to me. The man had enough grief from seeing his pregnant wife in that twisted piece of shrapnel of which was his car. Its funny how death can wake up a drunk man to sanity. He did provide compensation though, as what our lawyers had decided upon. Well, actually, they were more my parents' lawyers than mine. I did not try to argue with my folks. Well, here i am, all alone. Girlfriend left me for some national swimmer. Said i was becoming a recluse and pushing her away.
"I lost my fuckin legs, bitch. Can't u understand," the last words i said to her. Well, she deserved better. Beautiful and talented, i wonder why she stuck with me for so long. Was it love, i don't know. But it is no matter now. The paramedics lift my body from the asphalt. Police were in my room, lookin of evidence of foulplay. Imbeciles. Can't even tell a simple suicide if it bit them in the leg. }
Top View by M.Rushdy

{ Thy sky was neon red against the cool air, moist from the torrentials. She appears from the corner, light of step swinging her hand against the wind's embrace. Like Helen, her smile could have begun a war. I sit, unattached from the world, like a stone. Her silhouette was focussed unlike the palette of shadows behind her. Voices around me muted away. I decided to make a move, realising if i did not, there would be no assurance of another opportunity like this. A thought flashed through my mind, wat do i say? If she replied, what could i do?
Bam! I crumble onto the cement. A ball bounces beside my aching head. I crawl onto my feet. "Boy, u alright?" "Yes.Yes." I glanced around. She was gone. A fever shot through my head less of pain but more of anguish. I dropped my body on the bed, feeling the hard springs under the sheets. I pulled my arm from behind my head, caught a familiar smell, stinging, as i faced the crimson stain on my palm. }
Day Dreams by M.Rushdy

"I shed a tear, crimson like my second skin." Matthew Murdock