Alvi Rahmaan, Author at Revlox

7Apr

By Alvi RahmaanNo Comments

Fiction

Crooked Assumptions of Distorted Norms

You tell me I haven't grown up yet. But did I not stop my parents from fighting when I was just 12? Did I not hug myself to sleep when all I needed was a mother's lullaby? You tell me I am yet to know the world. How come I play it safe now? Why can I filter out liars from a bunch of pretentious fit ins? Why do I already know that in order to survive you need to hide yourself in a closet and put on a new skin? You tell me I am yet to discover things. What more lies beneath the fact that the world is dying and there's nothing to change apart from it's constant policy to redeem one's mistake with another in order to survive? You tell me I am still young But I feel like my 40year old mind is trapped in a 22 year old body, screaming at me to not take risks? For me to a...

4Sep

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Fiction

Confessions on an Early Sunrise

I will love you. Love you hard. I will tell you, you are my person I will make slurry confessions about how secure you make me feel. I will make you lead the way. I will answer all your questions. I will hold your hand at times and smile at you. I will notice how your lips curve upwards when your favourite music plays on the stereo. I will tell you about the habits you didn't know you had. You will love me for noticing the smallest of the things about you. I will put my head on your shoulders while going back home. And when she will try to do the same, you will go rigid. Because I used to do that and you fell in love with that. You wont kiss her forehead then.Not again I will take you to your favourite food place. I will hug you a little tighter than usual. I will fit ...

10Jul

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Fiction

Home in a Brothel

I live in a whore house. It's not the mere purchase of skin here. We have other products too And it's all for free. I sell lies. And I charge 3 facades in exchange One for you to pretend you understand me One for you to think you know me And one for you to agree with me I know this guy. He sells thoughts. He talks about souls with me. He believes we don't have one. And I trade my mid day delusions with him. There's this other girl She sells truth And people buy it in the currency of criticism . They hate her. They judge her. Because she believes in nothing and everything. This man I once came across. He sells smokes and puffs And he will ask for your attention in exchange. He sells his stories. His scars and s...

13Jun

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Fiction

Blues of Loops

Slow deliberate whispers To my battered ears Chanting and preaching. Of better days and nights. . Hushed promises To my torn self Of endless love and unfathomable passion . . Blows and low hits During the odd hours of midday Strengthening my unkept vows of fixation . . Hitched and booted steps To stride by peddle stones of a long forgotten home Tightening my embrace around my solitude . Edited pictures and bleeding words Over white screens and lined papers Reminding myself It's the same old me Trying to sort the same old issue In the same old failed attempts . With the rising sun And scorching blaze Sweat dripped forehead and dry mouth I take the usual route. To,once again, ruin the things I should hold onto And accept the things I need to let go of . We don...