Rymos is the matryoshkas of stories, poems and philosophical essays. Though the inner doll sometimes is twice as large, only the deep imagination  and the literary magics can fit that inside the belly of the babushka. His shortest story as ” Your eyes are beautiful when they see” can be as dull as it reads or it can be a book about the man’s misery.

Rymos likes to tell you something. Something original and untold.

Articles by Ryan…

Hence love…

Hence Love... For some Love is a fire, burning, brightening and purifying. Sun is a pure fire. And for some Unrequited love is a wounded beast goes to the dark forest and looking to bite and hurt as much as it could. But which one of them is love? Maybe ... Read More

A Statue

A Statue with heart! Before you, I was the questions and no answer. Once I met you, you were the only answer and no questions. I'd like to build a statue,  from you and I in one! A Statue with heart! It is you and not only you but I ... Read More

Love language

The Nuance of The Love Languages! She made herself comfortable in his arms and asked enthusiastically: Am I the love of your life? He replied calmly while his eyes followed the rays of the setting sun: No. She lifted herself on her arm and looked at him with shock : ... Read More

Utopia

Utopia Utopia is where you live, It's the vast field of lavender where I smell the scent of your hair. It is the city of sophistication, Where your electric smile, invigorating , darkens any light. It's the ocean's water, Like your milky skin, sensational, yet heals any wounds. Utopia is ... Read More

Light and vibration

A Day of Joyous Ride It was dawn, a pink and golden dawn. She was holding two pomegranates, the pointy ones and had a large strawberry in her mouth, a juicy one, and carrying an abundant wheatfield on her shoulder, when she jumped on a saddle-less horse. The horse was ... Read More

A day of joyous ride

A Day of Joyous Ride It was dawn, a pink and golden dawn. She was holding two pomegranates, the pointy ones and had a large strawberry in her mouth, a juicy one, and carrying an abundant wheatfield on her shoulder, when she jumped on a saddle-less horse. The horse was ... Read More

Still life

The Story of Still-life I asked a forgotten towel on the washing line: what's happening with you? It replied: I am collecting rain for the days of drought, when you are burning hot. I found a handkerchief left in the drawer, I asked: what's going on? It said: I was ... Read More

Feast

A Feast at My Ancestral Castle. Ladies and gentlemen, My dearest friends, My beloved tribe, We are all gathered here, at my ancestral castle to celebrate the wholeness of life, power and eternity. From the ancient manuscript etched in our soul, I read out loud for you all: "Power only ... Read More

Gambler

The Gambler In a nice morning of winter, when the unborn snow was melting and the southorn breeze was the Harold riding a chariot in a rush to let the sun know, the cold-hearted queen won't be overthrown, a hopeful man with a red nose and wishful mind, holding his ... Read More

Consciousness

Levels of Consciousness The world is the reflection of God. God wanted to share the joy with some of his creations and he chose mankind and blessed them with the essence of consciousness and also promised the pure consciousness for those who earn it. The essence of consciousness is like ... Read More

He doesn’t babysit

He Doesn't Babysit and He Is Not Your Pimp. /\ I see you everyday, I can feel you, but then again I ask myself where are you? I want to lose myself in your arms and be found in your eyes. Your eyes are like a rabbit hole to your ... Read More

Seducing sisters

Seducing Sisters And hope is the mysterious vicious deceptive destructive force! Dear Lord,condemn her to eternal death. Hope and expectations are two sisters who are the thieves stealing the pleasure and the joy of each breath in an exchange for the unknown tomorrow full of promises. They could bring a ... Read More

Autumn’s sun

Autumn's Sun Life is full of mysteries. But there are always explanations. Not knowing the answers, doesn't mean magic, it is just a lack of light in the dark room. Being too focused in finding answers, sometimes brings tunnel vision. Sometimes you have to let go and it will come ... Read More

The symphony

A Symphony Composed By a Butterfly and I What's your agenda? Everyone has one. The wild life of survival. One is after the good genes. Most are looking for fortune. Some only want to have fun. Whilst in the world of friendly wolves and vulgar jackals, Colourful snakes and sophisticated ... Read More