Pastels on paper
‘So…tell me something!’ my five year old son, who was growing mischievous by the minute, asked me one day.
‘What?’ I pulled him close.
‘Is God really big?’ His eyes were sparkling.
‘Yeah….I think so’, I answered very very carefully, trying to trace the race track, his mind was galloping on.
‘Is He bigger than me?’
‘Is he bigger than our house?’
‘Is he bigger than everything?’
‘Definitely!’ I answered and breathed a sigh of short-lasting relief. That was easy.
خواہشوں کی پگڈنڈی
اوردل میرا اکیلا ہے
Once there was……………………………
too less a time and much to do.
Too little air and much to breathe.
Too less a space and much to woo.
Too little energy and much to reap.
Too limited a vision and much to see.
Too small a mind and much to learn.
Too limited a wisdom and much taken to be free.
Too small a choice and many boats to burn.
Anna is sitting naked on a high-backed chair; and is looking into a cheap aluminum-framed mirror. It is a small room in a grey depilated apartment building, which is just sparsely furnished.
Only two plastic chairs in a corner, used more as a resting place for dirty clothes than the tired behinds of cheap customers.
A small TV mounted on the wall, almost permanently on mute; and the faded screen alternating between static and a music video featuring a few garish characters from hell.
A double bed in another corner covered with a dark purple quilt. It is presently occupied by a naked hairless man, with a pale and bulging beer belly, a prominent dark and hairy belly button staring at the room.
Two lamps on two side tables on either side of the bed; one throwing a red glare across the room and the other indecisive in its flickering.
The room smells faintly of cheap sex and sweat; and the stink of unwashed bodies. The room smells of desires – already fulfilled and deeply regretted.
‘So……? The blue or the red one?’
The kind eyes of the old man twinkled with pleasure; and a kind of amusement only knowing can bring, danced within their murky depth. The child hesitated. His black shining eyes shifted from one marble to the other. The colors fascinated him. There was indeed magic in glass marbles.
The house of God was in order, bowing angels in attendance.
Death begged admittance, wrapped intimately in dark shadows.
“What do you want ….. the most despised conception of mine?”,
the Godly voice thundered.