Aval

Aval sits
Aval stares
Aval looks at everyone, everything, anything,
Aval can’t help but be like herself
Aval is self-contained, self-restrained, self-conscious,
Aval is relaxed
Aval wants to let go, of her inhibitions, limitations, expectations
Aval wants
Aval needs
Aval fills MY room, THE girl among many
Aval whispers, yes you, only you
Aval sees nothing in herself that she doesn’t see in others
Aval is a part of a cohesive whole
Aval looks about
Aval wonders
Aval realizes
Aval is an artist, a realist, a pessimist, an intellectual, a relationship seeker, a sensitive soul
Aval is, Aval can, Aval will be anything,
Aval shaped ME, but doesn’t rule me
Aval, like no other, rocks my world
Aval like no other, privileged my life
Aval could have been anything—a weeping willow, a souring snowflake, a daring dog, a
confident cat, but
Aval wasn’t
Aval is a person, a woman, an impressionable being
Aval deciphered my life of twists and turns, bends and hurdles,

Aval drafted my hopes, lifted my spirits and roused my dreams
Aval is unique in her own way

Aval is important to me

Aval is me

Aval is my Gomalah

To Pull Off a Mental Mike..

It isn't easy. But he did it.


And when he succesfully pulled it off, we branded him insane. Mentally unstable. Even I.. cussed him.


"bloody Hell!" i said.. How can he do that! He won't survive. "He's Screwed!"...


"dug his own grave"... "He'll definitely come back crying"!                        


 He never came back


So here i am standing, alone, well, almost... looking up and begging HiM, to send me an angel.


To help me pull off, a Mental Mike. Toughest job, but over time, the best self rewarding satisfaction you can ever have.


And i'm all set to jump, but i'm afraid to take the dive. I knwo at the bottom, it is a smooth and comfort landing. Everything is set perfectly to break my fall. But, the period after the dive and before the landing is what scares me.


I do believe along the way, there are are beautiful sceneries to look at; to keep myself calm. But i also know that the moment i dive, i will shut my eyes. And if i do, the journey down, will be full of assumptions and fake hopes. And as mentioned, although the land below is a bed of roses w/o thorns, the journey eyes shut, is like hustling thru a weed farm!


 (Weed : in a general sense is a plant that is considered by the user of the term to be a nuisance)


Well, Mental Mike, if you're out there somewhere, bless me.


I'm about to replicate your greatest act.






**Public Announcement : Don't try to understand this piece, this ain't a swan song, this is the CrowSquawk.