‘From the Middle of Mouth’ by Zaib Azkaar Hussain (Part 2)

‘From the Middle of Mouth’ by Zaib Azkaar Hussain (Part 2)

I can now understand the art genre that speaks in ecological terms. Oh yeah i got..Of course, i can..no..i would have to try to comprehend the meaning of living in the art of Nancy Spero..you apparently died in 2009…three years earlier..he left later in 2012. You chose month of October and he preferred to leave in the month of March..these were the spring days. Yeah,  you parted ways on October 26 . He would contain in a mysterious manner i am seeing two dogs that live alive. They are waiting for their masters; one is sitting at a railway station in Shibuya, Tokyo and the other is facing solitary confinement by a merchant in somewhere Kirthar, Pakistan.

The merchant is not a Shakespearean one.

Chuken Hachiko is a golden brown pet of Professor Hidesaburo Ueno. He is still awaiting Professor Ueno’s return to Shibuya Station. Apparently his master disappeared on May 21, 1925 but Akita Hachiko would never give up his wait unless Professor Ueno comes back. Yes Yeako Sakano takes care of him and he treats her as Yaeko Ueno; though the two remained unmarried in their lives but both were companions to each other and a dog can perfectly notice the actual bond rather than the custodians of the customs.The families of the would one day accept the will of the dog to treat the two persons one as parents of Akita Hachiko as the families of Capulets and Montagues had to see eye to eye after the two lovers Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet took their lives their own. Finally, Yaeko would be buried with Ueno but let the two meet first.  The merchant is not a Shakespearean one.  is rejected..i would love to be rejected and ignored; please just ignore me and adore me by doing that.. i am not a lion, i am not a cat, i am not a rat, i can’t handle the affairs manfully; it involves genders’ tactics and i am sick of this strategy. People look so glad to live in a safe place. They have assumed that to live ahead of pornography markets. They desire to see a chain of eye opening; they are not aware of the dancing girls, dancing men, women and eunuchs and animals and children suffering from great pain of being treated as porn stars. Each and every city has a California pornography industry generating porn stars. Shelley Lubben has to do a lot left no stone unmoved to identity the deserted characters; yet she has to determine her movement to catch the right trees and not to hold the wrong trees for these are the trees that preserve oxygen shots. the perfect subjects and not to catch .  free from nudity, but  to live in a be….Please don’t talk to me, i don’t believe in talking, i believe in walking…i am not going to saying i am going to do; to me that’s easier done that said. Just trust me I don’t trust in fishing; no big fish, no small fish…i am least interested in seeing the sea, it hurts to catch anything; things I don’t agree to you; you are just a paper…i am moving a mail..you cant’ move,  just remain in the fire or stay at the tail of a long street connected with a sea of fire where you can sail and you will have to walk along an ugly air…and the same air will be killing you; just meet your doomsday.!! And i can jump to anywhere..yes i am e-mailing to someone..i am now messaging someone via tweeter, i am on facebook…i am calling someone; and you can’t use a cellphone; am on a cellular network…stay away…don’t shout…welcome to my house..i honour your homesickness but don’t make me sick of homelessness…i understand enough is not enough…it needs something else…are you ready to take something else? Okay take my pride and move away…now leave with all your bag and baggage…i am in a hurry for i have to something bury…I am a man of straw..I don’t have a single pie…you can’t loot me… let me confess, i have nothing to confess as am a man of  blank brains…true an a man momentum. I don’t need some space…i can live without living, i can exist without existence…feel me unseen…unspoken..i am silent..nothing can speak, you will never see the originality, it exists nowhere….yes ‘nowhere’ is its actual place and i am not going to expose that place..i am determined not to speak a single word; try to comprehend these are not the words i am using..these are the coins falling on the floor..you have to have a look at the ceiling that has made it clear not to speak..just enjoy the great artwork…Nothing has been structured, nothing has been painted, nothing has been shown in it original form.. but remember i will paint you fully and implicitly in an Italian fresco medium…if you did not run away.. i will be sitting idle..it’s okay let the grass grow under my feet…understand…be patient, they have not shown the original face, you will keep up halting between opinions..look the last judgment, have a look at the wedding of the virgin… things are finally killed or eliminated; let them free. yeah i am too coward..i am proud of being nothing..things are eliminated and nothing is rejected..i would love to be rejected and ignored; please just ignore me and adore me by doing that.. i am not a lion, i am not a cat, i am not a rat, i can’t handle the affairs manfully; it involves genders’ tactics and i am sick of this strategy. People look so glad to live in a safe place. They have assumed that to live ahead of pornography markets. They desire to see a chain of eye opening; they are not aware of the dancing girls, dancing men, women and eunuchs and animals and children suffering from great pain of being treated as porn stars. Each and every city has a California pornography industry generating porn stars. Shelley Lubben has to do a lot left no stone unmoved to identity the deserted characters; yet she has to determine her movement to catch the right trees and not to hold the wrong trees for these are the trees that preserve oxygen shots. the perfect subjects and not to catch .  free from nudity, but  to live in a be….I am so glad to tear that paper; a paper that had caused a great many problems for me…I am not a man of normal vision…let me say i am not a woman of normal world….i think i should hold am not a person of normal book..don’t apply your method to capture me by hook or by crook.. no am not a creature of normalcy…perhaps a living being or simply a being…rather whatever i am…am not and that’s all..That was a paper that had done nothing and just trying to burn me…it had kept me at tenterhooks till the day i fired it, i burnt it from toe to head….yes it had a great length..like a monster…it looked like an alive paper.. it used to run behind me..look it dared to chase me…what a paper it attempted to catch me by its burning hands..a paper of long arms…just stay over there; am not going to be captured by you..i will kill you..i will tear you into tears..

To be continued…..

Zaib Azkaar Hussain, the author of the story.

 

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