All you vain dreams
As short as a mid summer night
Swift; fleeting; lonely
Bestowing me with nothing but melancholy.
Fierce as a loving woman’s anger
Sweet as the kiss of a passionate lover
A bell at dawn; a parting groan-
If only I’d be wise enough to see beyond it.
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Hmmm, I know, right!
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Beautifully expressed, profound in meaning, reflective on emptiness, sadness and on the ephemeral moments of our lives, on dreams and reality.
Thank you so much again for reading and commenting my last post. I really appreciate this. However, there is a much better writer than me. I strongly recommend you and all your followers my friend Mario Savioni’s novel “Pickles and Tarts” (very short chapters, easy to read). It is a story where 54-year-old Frank has been selected by 19-year-old Nicole through a dating site. Frank looks at Nicole’s photos on the site and is attracted to her beauty. Nicole tells him she has a boyfriend and is not interested in a romantic relationship. She adds: “It’s fun to talk to different people sometimes.” The only apparent thing Frank and Nicole seem to have in common is their interest to write stories. Perhaps they want to meet just to write one together? Now Frank has already started to imagine this story, a story-within-the-main-story. “Pickles and Tarts” is a lovely story of illusion-delusion, dream-reality, non-conformist with the Capitalist system, reflective on love, sex, drugs, abuse, loneliness and human relationships in today’s world. It is profound and highly intriguing. I recommend chapter 13:
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When I feel melancholy, I embrace it and try to use it to write music.
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Moushmi Radhanpara 
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