This poem is for everyone who had lost something from their own body. For those whose skin has burnt away or soul has taken residence in a cold closet. This is also for everyone else. All of us need to hear this. It goes something like this - "I cannot begin to imagine...."
It's very tough to remember how a conversation played out when it has been a few years and you've not even thought about it once. Luckily for me, I had a map that helped me remember every important detail. This map was made out of lyrics and tunes that we sang together. There was an instrumental, an upbeat tune, a Hindi nomad song, and two story-telling ones. Read the story to remember the conversation with me.....
Omar lived in a neighborhood that a normal person would easily label as weird. Everyone who lived in this area collected things that didn't make any sense.
You don't need other planets or parallel universes to have alternate realities. In a world of seven billion people, it might be safe to think you are unique, but your dreams may not be. There are thousands of people out there achieving everything you've wanted, and thousands who see you achieving everything they have ever wanted. That's where Rumi butts in and makes things worse by stating that 'the grass is always greener on the other side'. This tendency of having different dreams and a never-ending thirst to achieve them, creates an alternate reality in the lives of thousands of people. (Read more)