My dearest friend Abigail, These probably could be the last words I write to you and I may not live long enough to see your response but I truly have lived long enough to live forever in the hearts of my friends. I thought a lot about what I should write to you. I thought of giving you blessings and wishes for things of great value to happen to you in future; I thought of appreciating you for being the way you are; I thought to give sweet and lovely compliments for everything about you; I thought to write something in praise of your poems and prose; and I thought of extending my gratitude for being one of the very few sincerest friends I have ever had. But that is what all friends do and they only qualify to remain as a part of the bunch of our loosely connected memories and that's not what I can choose to be, I cannot choose to be lost somewhere in your memories. So I thought of something through which I hope you will remember me for a very long time. I decided to share some part of my story, of what led me here, the part we both have had in common. A past, which changed us and our perception of the world. A past, which shaped our future into an unknown yet exciting opportunity to revisit the lost thoughts and to break free from the libido of our lost dreams. A past, which questioned our whole past. My dear, when the moment of my past struck me, in its highest demonised form, I felt dead, like a dead-man walking in flesh without a soul, who had no reason to live any more. I no longer saw any meaning of life but then I saw no reason to die as well. I travelled to far away lands, running away from friends, family and everyone else and I confined myself to my thoughts, to my feelings and to myself. Hours, days, weeks and months passed and I waited for a moment of magic to happen, a turn of destiny, but nothing happened, nothing ever happens. I waited and I counted each moment of it, thinking about every moment of my life, the good and the bad ones. I then saw how powerful yet weak, bright yet dark, beautiful yet ugly, joyous yet grievous; is a one single moment. One moment makes the difference. Just a one moment. Such appears to be the extreme and undisputed power of a single moment. We live in a world of appearance, Abigail, where the reality lies beyond the appearances and this is also only what appears to be such powerful when in actuality it is not. I realised that the power of the moment is not in the moment itself. The power, actually, is in us. Every single one of us has the power to make and shape our own moments. It is us who by feeling joyful, celebrate for a moment of success; and it is also us who by feeling saddened, cry and mourn over our losses. I, with all my heart and mind, now embrace this power which lies within us. I wish life offers you more time to make use of this power. Remember, we are our own griefs, my dear, we are our own happinesses and we are our own remedies.Take care!Love,Francis.Title: Letter to AbigailScene: Death-bedChapter: The Road To Awe
Huseyn Raza
(This is from a tribute poem to Ronnie James Dio: Former lead vocalist of the band Rainbow, Black Sabbath. This is written with all the titles of the hit songs of DIO. The titles are all in upper case)You can CATCH THE RAINBOW –A RAINBOW IN THE DARKThrough ROCK & ROLL CHILDRENHOLY DIVER will lurkBEFORE THE FALL of ELECTRAALL THE FOOLS SAILED AWAYJESUS,MARY AND THE HOLY GHOST-LORD OF THE LAST DAYMASTER OF THE MOON you areWhen my ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVEWith our BLACK, COLD FEET,MYSTERY of PAIN you craveYou’re CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE,BETWEEN TWO HEARTSWhen HUNGRY FOR HEAVENHUNTER OF THE HEART hurtsFALLEN ANGELS FEED MY HEARTFEVER DREAMS FEED MY HEADI AM ANOTHER LIEAFTER ALL (THE DEAD)Not GUILTY if you HIDE IN THE RAINBOW’’With your perfect GUITAR SOLODON’T TELL THE KIDS to DREAM EVILDon’t GIVE HER THE GUN to followDON’T TALK TO STRANGERSThose EVIL EYES can seeLORD OF THE NIGHT MISTREATED;MY EYES hate to fancySHAME ON THE NIGHT TURN UP THE NIGHTNow it’s TIME TO BURNTWISTED VOODOO does WALK ON WATERAnd today its our turnBLOOD FROM A STONE BORN ON THE SUNI’m BETTER IN THE DARK BREATHLESSThe PRISONER OF PARADISE you are!Forever you are deathlessSACRED HEART SHIVERSLaying NAKED IN THE RAINTHIS IS YOUR LIFE- WILD ONE!Your GOLDEN RULES we gainIN DREAMS I SPEED AT NIGHTI’m LOSING MY INSANITYANOTHER LIE: COMPUTER GODYour HEAVEN AND HELL- my vanity!By KILLING THE DRAGONI COULD HAVE BEEN A DREAMERI’m THE LAST IN LINE To SCREAMLike an INVISIBLE screamerNow that you are goneTHE END OF THE WORLD is hereSTRAIGHT THROUGH THE HEARTPUSH JUST ANOTHER DAY in fearCHILDREN OF THE SEA DYING IN AMERICAIs it DEATH BY LOVE?FACES IN THE WINDOW looking forA GYPSY from aboveDear STARGAZER from STRANGE HIGHWAYSOur love HERE’S TO YOUWE ROCK ONE MORE FOR THE ROADThe OTHER WORLD anewONE NIGHT IN THE CITY with NEON KNIGHTSTHE EYES STAY OUT OF MY MINDThe STARSTRUCK SUNSET SUPERMANIs what we long to findTHE MAN WHO WOULD BE KINGIs the INSTITUTIONAL MANSHOOT SHOOT to TURN TO STONEWHEN A WOMAN CRIES to planTo STAND UP AND SHOUTbefore THE KING OF ROCK AND ROLLThough GOD HATES HEAVY METALEAT YOUR HEART OUT to reach the goal.From the poem- Holy Dio: the Diver (A tribute to Ronnie James Dio)
Munia Khan