Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

égoïste ~ of stories and story characters

a writer never dies — stories never end
your character still breathes, I hear him
tied in metal chains (now rusting) you so selfishly gifted him…
he shouts, he sobs, he silently cries to sleep
but you! You sowed the seed but hate your plant yourself?
Forget to water it when blooms the flower, to kill it?
killers, murderers, they’re all sinners. Even if it’s ‘only’ a character.

I don’t get what your reasons are, why ‘hate’ exists as much as
it does, but:
a person with a pen must not let his ink finish so irresponsibly,
without at least granting his characters a life of eternity,
which they all deserve advertently. Immorality! Infinity!
Continued permanency.

1859 a dead man pulls a multimillion scream from the back of his dead headA living afterlife.

37 responses

  1. rjl2727

    you have me wondering who you are aiming this very powerful piece at???

    February 8, 2014 at 5:16 am

    • A writer.
      Any writer or artist who forgets that his creations weren’t his creations only, and that they deserve an afterlife much like he himself does, and will.
      Thank you rjl!🙂

      February 8, 2014 at 4:17 pm

  2. A writer never dies, stories never end
    Your character still breathes I hear him.

    That man in the village, dying of cancer
    That lady, old lady, crying for her child

    That dragon, breathing fires, over the hills
    That painter, mad, still staring at his stills.

    The stroke of the hand, the bleed of the ink
    That is what just, makes the hearts sink


    A writer never dies, and stories never end
    Your character still breathes, I hear him!

    I just loved your piece so much, Maria. It is so abstract, yet figurative, and contains such depths and strength. LikeLikeLike.😀

    February 8, 2014 at 5:42 am

    • That lady, old lady, crying for her child
      That soldier injured, in his pain, smiled
      That little, pretty girl who got lost in wild
      So many questions for me you’ve piled-

      Thank you so much, Ghalia. I had thought it won’t make sense to many, but what you came up with as a response is just so splendidly beautiful! The stroke of hand, the bleed of ink/ that is what just makes the heart sink. Couldn’t have put it in any better words, so thank you for that. And for your feedback too, glad you liked reading this.🙂

      February 8, 2014 at 4:26 pm

      • Lol you’re welcome, super-talented-person.😀
        You just write so well, I mean, where do you get these ideas man?😀
        Seems like I will be having a tough time winning that Nobelprize; so many talented people running around😛

        February 10, 2014 at 6:59 pm

        • Aapko to aise bhi neuro-oncology mein ek mil hi jaayega nobel… Ek aadh doorson ke liye bhi chhod den…🙂

          February 11, 2014 at 10:55 pm

          • Lol Honestly, I’d be laughing at this Nobel Prize mania 10 years from now. Aik uni tak mein toh admission nahi ho raha😛

            February 12, 2014 at 12:05 am

          • Jab ho jayega na… tab sochiyega ki kitna sahi sochti thin aap…

            Waise is waale ko bhi daal doon response poems mein?

            February 12, 2014 at 12:11 am

          • Lol daal do for sure😀

            February 12, 2014 at 3:31 am

  3. O warrior of words, uncaring and weak
    It is through these them; your words do speak
    The crying lady, the smiling child
    The innocent girl, lost in the wild
    The wicked clown, the magical gown
    The serene village, the deserted town

    That crying lady, asking for alms
    Has she got food in her empty palms?
    The smiling child, with enchanting looks
    Is he now lost in the words of your books?
    Does the lost girl still look for mates?
    Has the wicked clown found the magic gate?
    Do the dark, deadly ghosts still haunt the town?
    Does the mad king still wear no crown?

    Oh is it your ignorance, or time’s ruthless flow
    That the gems of your ink have lost their glow?
    That characters you owned, now seem strange
    And alas! their whereabouts you don’t seem to know

    Do visit the lady who is still in rags
    The kingdom of yours has lost its flag
    The smiling child is now strong and young
    And the innocent girl sings songs unsung

    Time has flown, and characters have grown
    But they still feel an old pain, yet unknown
    They rust and fade, for long do they wait
    Please do visit them, before its too late.

    February 10, 2014 at 11:48 am

    • This.
      Is Amazing.
      Thank you very much for these lines, for the complete ‘after-effect’.🙂 There’s so much beauty in these lines, and meaning. I’ve been reading it again n again.

      “Time has flown, and characters have grown
      But they still feel an old pain, yet unknown
      They rust and fade, for long do they wait”

      They do wait. And there really is that ‘old, unknown pain’. But égoïstes.. they’ll make them suffer more!

      February 11, 2014 at 2:55 pm

  4. Oh sorry… appreciate karna to bhool hi gaya…😛

    So here it comes….

    Beautiful poem Maria… and even more beautiful concept🙂

    February 10, 2014 at 11:50 am

  5. This is so beautiful…i am at loss of words🙂

    February 10, 2014 at 8:43 pm

  6. A beautiful piece that has compelled me to comment. I needed to read something like this as I have been struggling to find time to write.

    February 11, 2014 at 11:27 pm

    • 🙂
      Interestingly enough, your own novel’s characters have been waiting for you to continue too, Shahnawaz he was? Anyway, thank you very much for stopping by!

      February 12, 2014 at 5:56 pm

  7. Characters and stories are made to evolve. They should never be static. Even when ending a story or character there should be life in them, in spirit.

    Awesome piece Maria. No wonder how it generated the stupendous response poems by Miss Ghalia and Mr. Arindam. Great pieces deserves so; stories and characters deserve same.🙂

    February 12, 2014 at 5:45 pm

    • Exactly. Literature, I think, deserves eternity. A deeper idea, a life beyond ‘The End’. Thank you very much.🙂

      February 12, 2014 at 7:46 pm

  8. just stunning Maria. you writing is getting very polished.
    such depth in them and it made me sit up and think🙂

    February 13, 2014 at 9:52 am

    • Hey, thank you so much!🙂 So good to see you, Amira! Your presence and comments mean A LOT to me.

      February 13, 2014 at 7:44 pm

  9. a person with a pen must not let his ink finish so irresponsibly,
    without at least granting his characters a life of eternity,..

    Ahaaa. heart touching.
    Any author shud think a zillion times before giving up her pen.. then🙂

    February 16, 2014 at 6:00 pm

  10. Wow, excellent piece. Thank you for sharing this.

    February 18, 2014 at 12:16 am

    • So very glad you liked it.🙂 Thank you for stopping by!

      February 18, 2014 at 9:52 pm

  11. Lovely as always🙂

    It intends me ofcourse , a tough hit for being away from blogging🙂

    February 18, 2014 at 4:45 am

    • Hey, thank you Vino for your beautiful comments!🙂

      At times, it is not just the writer involved in a particular piece of writing but his/her readers that get deeply involved in those word plays and stories. It’s like a journey they make together, from the very start till the very end. Then if they back off or stop completely, without a proper reason for their pause that the reader could know, forgetting that there are souls connected with their pen nibs, that’s pretty…unkind I guess.😦

      February 18, 2014 at 10:00 pm

  12. A very provocative piece, for me the opening line is a poem in itself “a writer never dies — stories never end” I echo your thoughts completely. Writers live for as long as they are read🙂 great post, as always x

    February 18, 2014 at 9:22 pm

    • Thank you so much, beckarooney!🙂 Means a lot to me. ♥

      February 18, 2014 at 9:51 pm

  13. Well said. Have you ever dreamed about your characters?

    February 24, 2014 at 5:20 am

    • I don’t have a lot of fictional characters like that, but I’ve certainly imagined a few. A writer himself is his story’s most important character I guess, always playing the lead role…
      Thank you so much Sheryl for your comment! Glad you stopped by!🙂

      March 1, 2014 at 1:55 am

      • I like your statement, “A writer himself is his story’s most important character I guess, always playing the lead role.” You are absolutely right. When I was writing my novel, I identified with several characters, but especially the main character. Mentally she’s an “airbrushed” image of me, with all of my strengths and none of my shortcomings. Writing a novel is sort of like daydreaming about who you would like to be and who you would like to be with.

        March 2, 2014 at 9:03 am

        • And I love yours, “Writing a novel is sort of like daydreaming about who you would like to be and who you would like to be with.” That’s really how it is. Things we had, things we won’t, things we did; all of them casting their shadows on what we are and what we write.
          Oh and displaying our airbrushed images, I think, is the kindest possible way we’ve found for survival.🙂

          It feels great to know someone as interesting, thank you so much for your presence here on my blog! Gonna check out yours just now.🙂

          March 2, 2014 at 3:05 pm

  14. miss.mysterious

    SubhanAllah.I’ve been wanting to read something like this and oh here I am.
    MashaAllah!very well written with and you had a very nice point!
    Keep writing poems like these, they really make me want to think. *sigh*

    June 24, 2015 at 11:49 am

    • Thank you.❤ I am so happy you think so.


      June 25, 2015 at 10:19 pm

      • miss.mysterious

        Welcome❤ Yes and you have to make me more happy by writing more like this!😀
        In sha Allah you will.

        June 25, 2015 at 11:11 pm

  15. The way you play with words is just so amazing. Loved this piece of yours. I agree- characters should have the right to live till eternity- afterall, they are the only ones who can do so. “Continued permanency” like you said. On the other hand, it really is up to the writer to kill a character off. You never know, maybe they were relating the character to something in their lives that they want out. Just saying😉

    September 21, 2015 at 1:16 am

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