Microsmos

Abdullah and Pari. Idris and Timur. Nabi and Wahdati. Parwana and the twin sister. And I swear there's at least one more side story that I'm missing here. And The Mountains Echoed by Hosseini takes the readers back to the sunny rogue lands of Afghanistan only to tour Europe and US later. It tells us the stories of siblings and their complicated relationships, which for all the sane reasons seemed way too forced and artificially built up. Around six side stories introduces the readers to how six different pairs of people can be siblings in six different ways. Hmm, she is my friend. And we aren't related by blood, but know what, she's my sister! Well, he is technically my cousin, but he is as close as a brother to me. Fyi, I hate him though. She's my twin! He's my employer and am his driver. Uh, we could be siblings eh? One could sense the efforts that the author had taken to bring in as many ways that two ppl can be thought of as siblings as possib

Let's run away... Run away, Afar and alone To the walls of silence And forgotten stones. Let's run away... To the oceans deep Where tides are none And tears can seep. Let's run away... Into the deep dark woods Where no creatures sound With no soul around. Let's run away, friend... Into our past lands Through sands of time And our entwined hands.

We watch the waves that reach the shore Like those words that cross our lips But, what if there is something more? Like gurgling currents in the deep abyss; And wars of thoughts shattering the bliss.

Not a star. Deceivingly near to be so far Of craters filled with smoldering scars. Like a kite With string strung tight Drenching the night with soothing light. You and me Let's swim the sea Of love, passion and morning tea.

Bees we are, a little and some lot Trying to meet some of our own sort. Met a bee once, on a fine fair day "Hey, this is my name", I smile and say. Hobbies and likes and all sun and dry Convos covered with nothing left to pry. I say, "I'm not here to stay And what about you, if I may?" He goes, "But I ain't here just for a day Unlike some, I'm not here to play" With a swift left swish, he goes abuzz Leaving me with A smug grin and 'God! What a wuss'. Well, yes this was tumbling... And with it will follow the mumbling... But Even if the night comes ahead rumbling, That's what it is to be Bumbling.