It was the first time I saw you sitting under those beautiful trees with your diary resting on your lap and your pencil swaying beautiful sketches into pages that were often kept confined. I was never a patient observer, but the way your subtle picture poured peace into travelling wind, there was no way my mind could go away from such a peaceful place.
Between us, there was a narrow pavement covered in yellow leaves where several students kept walking their way towards the college building. I still remember the red colour that spread across your picture and the way you tilted your head as soon wind changed it's direction.
There were very few moments when you looked up from your diary, but every time you did, something changed in me deeply. Something just dropped down my brain into my chest and I struggled to get my breathing back to normal. Your eyes kept shining in shade of trees and under rays of evening sun silently falling down. Your back on the tree trunk, your shadow spreading across the pavement, and your pencil piercing through the wind, perfection was personified by nature in a single frame.
You see? I still remember that day while the most of others I wish I could somehow forget. But, just like there's a 'but' in all stories, I can't forget the best moments I ever had. When I say you're my most beautiful dream, I mean you've become my saddest reality. I still sit across the same pavement, waiting for you to come under those trees, not for me, not for sketches, but just for peace.
Next to me in bed Are letters you never read Desires drained away in words Dreams turned partially dead
Along the coast of my eyes Skies have rained all night Waves flowed upon my cheeks Blurred by pain got my sight There was no lamp around There wasn't a ray of light
In panic I searched for you In all corners of my room Whispering to the night I cried to kill the gloom I tried to call down the moon I looked with teary eyes at stars I wished for rain to wipe away Wipe away all painful scars I wished I had something to say Something for you to hear from far I thought of you the whole night Without a sound or a ray of light
I imagined the day we'd be together How'd I love you everyday How'd I plant a rose in our garden How'd that rose bloom one day How beautiful would seem my life How far would go all pain and sorrow We'd happily live in arms of today Away from fear of each tomorrow
How happy would we be In depth of a dreamless sea Where there won't be any desire We'd be absolutely free But
You were never meant to lay Your tired thoughts upon my arm When dreams become reality They often lose their charm
Running wild in search of love I've come near a static waterfall There's nobody around here Nobody I can love, nobody can I call I've come near a static waterfall
Where droplets stare back at you And nothing falls upon the ground You see your dreams soaring high You clearly hear each painful sound Here, right here in this part of world Nothing falls upon the ground Forever stays alive All silent cries, each deaf sound Nothing falls upon the ground.
/ just for once tonight i badly wanna believe in miracles /
"One must practice drawing smooth lines before going to draw the whole sketch" you often said this to me, but, you know right, I always answered saying "One learns how to swim mostly when he's about to drown. Dive into the sea and learn from the waves."
Yellow leaves ain't there anymore, autumn looks colourless, but I still wait under the same tree to see if my verses can find solace in your world of lines and shades.
The more I tried Making peace with pain The more I fell In love with you
It's another senseless night in balcony of my apartment with no shiny moon or any twinkling stars in sky as far as I can see. But there's something in me that says "it's not gonna be as boring as ever before" just as my mind wanders in it's own world I try to find something, something that's charming enough to light up this night and fill it up with miracles.
Honestly, there's not much I can imagine about when it comes to happiness, so I wanna imagine about you. One of those few imaginations that make me happy, that make my mind feel new. There was once a friend of mine who used to say "if you can feel someone's presence in his absence, then that person has made his home in your heart"
Maybe it's not that cold now in March, but I still have the coldness of that December evening flowing through my veins. Evening as it's said it was, but not like any other evening I ever had before. I typed a message and slowly it turned into a letter that had a kind of poem that I just wrote for people to read and smile once at meaning of its words. I sent it on a journey to a person who was going to make a home in my heart. Who was connected to me since years but I was yet to talk to her in reality.
We were those who were never meant to be like what we are right now, I mean we were never meant to be so stupidly flawed as we are.
But you know what, when your scars start looking beautiful in mirror of somebody else's eyes, that's the moment you see yourself beyond all mere reflections.
I never thought of believing in myself, and then someone said "Hello Mr. Poet" and then it was a moment, the moment of magic. Magical isn't a meaningless word, magic means you. Words have magic of their own, don't they? Most of my words have found themselves in terrains and hills of Konkan. My home is there in those forests and in middle of its hills.
Have you ever been to southern part of Konkan? It's full of hill stations and around each is some old fort near the seacoast. I've heard, warriors looked down at sea and prayed for victory around five hundred years ago. But the magical sea still hears and answers the payers of those who miss someone badly at times. As I looked down into the sea it sung a song with its waves, and then out of nowhere a guide came to me and said "if you hear a name in sound of these waves, then that name is most precious of all names in your life" His words struck me. Not because I had heard a name, I had heard much more. I had heard our favorite song.
Damnn, is it true that stars only show up in starless nights when they have something to say? Well I'm not so bright to know anything bout such hidden secrets. But it seems like a suggestion just has dropped down in front of my eyes and it's strange to see how my heart beats faster every single moment since that star aroused out of nowhere and now it looks down at me.
like a diamond in the sky like that name upon waves it's hard to let you go O' my lovely night n bliss of my days you're a prophecy fulfilled in magical ways
Poems are places we once visited but forgot leaving and coming back home. I imagine if you were a city how beautiful would that place be! Paved with words of kindness it's roads would have lamps pouring down love over all hearts visiting her. And gardens would've your imagination poured out in sketches you draw in solitude with your soul. Air would have fragrance of sunflower and loveliness of rose. Sun won't be there over your city. There will be only fireflies roaming all over the place and lightening up lives wherever darkness feels scary. But what would be the name of that city?
There'll be instrumental jazz to wake up people in morning and slow jazz when all would go and sleep in arms of their beloveds. Fountains will dance upon city's musical tune and birds will sing chorus when clouds will roam in sky with lyrics written upon them. All people will wear what they want, speak like how they wish, and be who they're meant to be. The only crime in your city would be judging others. Everyone will indulge in late night talks and early mornings would have blessings of love to be sensed from the previous night. But who'll be your favorite person in that city?
My favorite part of whole day is when aroma of different spices comes from mumma's kitchen just few minutes before the dinner time. It's somewhat the same everyday. But some senses are rooted in us more deeply than many others. That aroma brings back to me an image of a person I just lost yesterday. She wasn't just a person, she was my first love, she was my grandma.
I sit down near her room's door and wait for it to be opened and Nani to come out and hold me in her arms once again. Calendar says it's been more than a decade since she's gone, but these fourteen years still feel like talking about yesterday. Nani used to sing folklore, those forgotten songs in the most beautiful voice you'll ever hear. I've forgotten most of their lyrics but few songs still jingle in some corner of my mind.
"O' the angel bringing dreams to me Bring me peace from your heaven This world bestows me no refuge In five of morn or in night's eleven
It's long a road to travel by To my love who lives in sky My each word is a silent cry Ocean in my mind now Goes turning dry
O' the angel bringing dreams to me Bring me letters I once threw away I wish to read events from destiny All chapters that have turned grey
Do you know the reason why I can't touch the moon Why I can't fly? Why am I so shy To not even try?
Oh these shadows from my past Why you love to last in every moment Haven't I suffered you already Can't you let me live in present?
O' the angel bringing dreams to me Bring me a clock that shows future I wish to see how this world will be After decades past my departure
It's another senseless night On the porch of my heart There sits a man with his quill Painting me into poems With an unsaid wish to fulfill
He's pouring himself into ink In ways of magic he thinks His verses have lovely links In my soul he deeply sinks
Glowing in dark sky His words rise upto heights But I can't read him aloud It's another senseless night
O' the angel bringing dreams to me Bring me a lamp that pours out love I'm going to visit a heavenly home Meeting my soul that stays above All above in heaven"
Is it true that life merges into death when someone goes into deep sleep? Sleep gives me solitude to dive into myself and touch upon the scenes of my story that have lost description. Most stories need description, but my dear, our story's outlandish.
How can I describe the world within darkness of a black hole or a star shining in middle of a million suns? This story has more questions and those questions have no answers that can make them feel like questions. Are those questions meaningless? Are we meaningless too? Why does this night feel like another chapter skipped by universe while reading our story? This night is much more than a mere miracle. But I should better sleep now.
My eyes are flickering on midnight jazz that plays so beautifully to stay in heart eternally ever after. But I fear if I close my eyes and let my mind stand at crossroads of life and death, who'll be the next person I meet tonight?
"O' the angel bringing dreams to me Bring my love back to me Even if he stays on seventh sky Or lives in deepest sea Bring my love back to me"
I'm turning off the light as it's nothing but another senseless night. Just another senseless night.
I keep an eye on those pages I once wrote to never show anybody but you. Those pages have few words I said to you that night. Words making your name are now blurred by me. Those letters are kept safe as secrets to be loved and lived everyday.
I wish someday you read what I've written for you, and someday you tell me what your letters mean in your absence. What do your words mean when you were meant to leave?
Sorrows have no meaning untill you find a person who understands them. Like music and paintings, one needs knowledge to acknowledge the art hidden in pain. Keats once wrote "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever" It's so beautiful to see for how many times the same pain from past can be expressed in form of art. So I guess, pain is beautiful too, isn't it?
A writer's only religion is rebellion against injustice.
To all those who were promised equal rights and democratic freedom - You're not the only ones deceived.
(I'm just letting out my personal grief)
In the oceans of blood, Humanity is drowned deep Killed by ambitious flood, Died in ignorant sleep. From the streets of Iraq To the Syrian slums, Shades of lone death Is what the life becomes.
Cloning the religious fame By the ruthless spades By its bold existence Life bleeds out of blades Blown by the bomb Eyes are filled with smoke Homes became the tomb Of words we never spoke Glued to the Silence No one dares to speak It issues a lynching licence To the killers on peak
Timidity and Ignorance Are the human flaws Which curbed our existence Under inhuman laws For the flowing blood Silence is the single need It will stop only when From our hearts we bleed Let's uplift the unknown From the valleys of need For the lost humanity From our hearts WE BLEED Covering the naked skins Feeding a hungry child Let's fill our identity With the divinity of mild Shaping the broken souls Curing the lone hearts Let's unite the humanity Divided into parts Let's fade the boundaries Drawn through the mind Let's be the true human Of a real kind Who cares for the rest Who cries for the lone In the heart of whom Only love gets grown
To every human being The blood is evenly same Wounds may differ Yet Pain is equal shame Syria shows the world How humanism gets cheated Beyond frames of democracy How human rights are defeated Citizens are lynched Dictators are in power Graves of unknowns Decipher a sad shower Let's shout for those Who are in real need Scared of the night The souls which bleed Slaves are shattered Into the lone groups Words are divided Into selfish troops Death is the flow Of their died heart Which evokes to show A ruthless shameful start Slogans are placed On the heights of selfishness Agendas are grown Like a mirage of greatness
In my country so great Few people go in garbage Are killed while cleaning it In a very legal rampage Having similar surnames Doing it for generations Forgotten is their identity In great democratic nations They never make it to any National newspaper Journalism only serves here Politicians in skyscrapers Licking the lies of ministers They speak what they're told Never questioning the power With no value to uphold Justice denied to the poor How'll they pay for good lawyers? Criminals win elections Burning us in communal fires.
Religion only matters Faith is the talk of street Pollution kills the future Employment - a topic offbeat. It only takes few rumours For us to kill ourselves Such a sad story Of our patience it tells.
If you say something You'll be given a name Of an antinational Or something quite same There's an untold fear To be in a right group Dissent's no more a right It's conspiracy to coup Sold out are TV anchors Died the spirit of democracy Congrats on being a part Of a democratic hypocrisy There is still some hope Crushed under fake news Let's see who wins When we all would lose
First be the human Then be anything else First listen your heartbeats Then ring the temple bells You pray the whole day To the God so aloof Then you make a crack In a poor's weak roof
Flowing deep in thoughts A Poet must raise The voice of unknown In a poetic praise Humanity is the soul To be inscribed on paper Writer is a fighter Revolution's lone igniter To win against cruelty Let's fight for unknown In our world of infinity Let's unite for disown
Flourishing our souls Liberating our minds Filling the hopeful colours In the eyes of blinds Let's be sensitive Towards the bleeding wounds Let's ignore for a second The world that surrounds Being usual to death Is being usual to Hell Get out of it Before into it you fell Let's Feel the flavour Of our painful greed For the rights of Humanity Let's truly Bleed
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
When this world seems meaningless, will you sing a new song for me?
I don't know if you still love me Or even if I still love you If flower has shedded away its petals Or it's still darkness all above you
For few days we sat together On that last bench in classroom I was the late summer's soil You were the first drop of monsoon
Your giggles still echo in some Childish parts of my memory You were the loveliest chapter Of my life's lame story
Your voice was soul stirring Filling up for a missing part I had lost on a journey That took us both apart
I played fiddle in my room And you sung "Darling don't be afraid I've loved you For a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more.." I got indulged in your voice I was lost in your world You became a distant evening And I a homecoming bird
I wrote you a letter on valentine's It read like "I was a path unknown And I'm glad you took me I wish I sail someday Upon your heart's deep sea" And you replied like this "You're a poet full of flattery I'm just a wordless street Under shades of your poetry It's always a pleasure to meet" I said on the next day "I place your picture in front of me Then all I see becomes poetry I dip my pen in your beauty A love like you, is each poet's delicacy" Your blushing eyes let out "Don't you get tired of speaking good? I don't think I deserve all this Just like sunshine in middle of woods Your presence to me is bliss" Our eyes had a conversation Without having a word exchanged I guess by someone in heaven Our destiny was soon to be changed
I had also written a song for you
"When sun's wearing darkness Shivering are arms of sky All stars about to fall In your hands come and die
You pick them up and say It's not a night that's shy Shine above the clouds Into air you must fly
And then I say to you I've lost my heart in you Your love has made me A painting coloured blue I've lost my heart in you
Horizon holds your hand On sunlight you stand You kiss the moving clouds You sing in bird's band
Your touch makes me move Beyond nature's soulful muse Your fingers have left upon My chest a deep bruise
Skies have dropped me down Like a drop of falling dew Walking along my feelings I've lost my heart in you Like a fiction that comes true I've lost my heart in you
O' my love I've lost, I've lost Untill my last breath I've lost my heart in you"
At few turning points in life All we can feel is helplessness Few things we can never change It feels so strange to be in Love's hidden lifelessness
They said "no one's gonna accept you both as a couple" We often heard "he goes to mosque and she prays in temple how the hell it'll be possible such love stories are just ample"
And we used to answer in unison "Love has no religion And no God is fond of division" And they said upon our backs "They'll soon learn their idealism Is far away from reality Just a mere sense of optimism"
A day came without the sun in sky It was all bright but felt total dark Our families found it was something Leaving on our lives a deep mark Our love's shining spark Got splashed in tears of sadness Not understanding a single word Our homes witnessed madness
Your mom said "Don't you dare talk to him again" Sobbingly you answered "I won't" with pain My Dad shouted "Don't you dare meeting her" Frustrated I answered "I'll try not to" with my eyes blur
I waited and I waited the whole night For your profile to say 'online' All in the line of restlessness I never saw an hopeful sign
Memories are cruelest of all invaders They don't take away something But bring back what you've lost And make you go missing In the world you miss the most
I remembered another song we played When in arms of cuteness we had laid
"Falling in a million ways I wish we had a zillion days Just to find who we are Watching a thousand movies Or enjoying a trillion plays Falling in a million ways
I would dream of you In all shades of night, In warmth of the day, In all seasons we have, In your arms I wanna lay In your eyes I wanna stay
Falling in a million ways I wanna be your night's moon A part of your loveliest days Your life's heavenly boon I wanna be your night's moon
My eyes long for your look Like missing pages of a book A story left incomplete Cathes each heart in a hook And all we do is love behind Those last pages kept confined It's like a journey undertook By missing pages of a book
Falling in a million ways O' the lightless sky To you my heart prays Don't cry anymore There'll be sunny days We'll fall in a million ways For ourselves someday
Call it a piece of clay Or just a nature's play This heart for you Is falling in a million ways O' the crying clouds For your zillion stars I'm falling in a million ways Falling in a million ways"
I recently heard you left the town To some city far away Oh my love, I know you're sad But it too shall pass away
Maybe we weren't born to love In the way we loved each other We didn't knew between us humans There was an invisible border
I've stopped playing fiddle But I'm still addicted to songs While listening to the music For your arms my heart longs For your arms my heart longs
I've travelled a million miles along those deep wrinkles upon your face. Those pimples across your cheeks are not blemishes from past, they're in fact stories of times when you weren't afraid of falling in love with your inner gifts more than your outer looks.
When your blushing face upholds your sparkling eyes in front of me, I can only see the beauty glowing in layers of your dark skin. So beautiful are those tales your words are wrapped in and so mesmerising the music your soul often sings.
Music has no complexion nor beauty owned any definition since they both were streams of art. And art is to be felt just like human beings. I feel the beauty in you as much I feel the life in me.
Shapes are shadows that change with passing time. Your curves are careless about the shadow they leave behind. Such carelessness often scares those who fear their own flaws. Those who tease you for these love handles above your waist have no guts to dive into depths of your personality and explore the magic that lies within. Magic has no shadow nor it's shape can be ever defined. You're magical.
And you're not out of shape, but few people have fallen out of sphere of selfless love. They crave perfection within their imperfect existence. They've their own insecurities, but my dear, you just have yourself. Love what you have and life will love you back. You ain't perfect, it means you ain't clichéd. You're who you were always meant to be.
As you know, people will love you only when they're meant to.
When I read your letters in my room all alone, I could feel each word rising to the clouds above my balcony. They rose upto the height that I didn't looked down and kept reading your letter over and over again with my eyes held straight upon the sky. I fell for you at the end of each para, and you blossomed in my heart wearing your colourful words. You not just l o o k beautiful, but you a r e beautiful my love.
A beauty breaking all parameters with her lips spreading wide and her smile melting a thousand galaxies into ponds of her eyes. It's not always bodies that tell if somebody's really beautiful, sometimes few words are enough to make one's heart go numb.
You may not reach upto my shoulder but your words have made a home in my head. Short of height never means short of happiness. Your height isn't in inches and feet, it's in influence you make and leave upon this world to last forever. You're not here to please strangers, but to please yourself by bringing smiles to those who had loved you without thinking twice. Who had loved you from heart and used their mind to understand you rather than judging you for anything. You belong to yourself, and to those who belong to you.
While everything can be improved with efforts and dedication put in, the only salvation of human endeavor still lies in acceptance of one's true self.
Kiss your wounds to heal them. Hug your flaws and turn them into gifts. Feel your scars to make them feel like a part of you. And there you are, left alone with yourself to collect all the happiness that exist in and around you. You won't become perfect at all, but still you won't strive for other's approval but for yourself.
As we've often heard "Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder" you must also know that love lies in the notions of selflessness. True love is not about how charming the lovers are, but about how glorious their love gets with every passing moment. Few clichès are life-saving, ain't they?
You're not defined by how you look, its all about how they look at you. You always have a choice to pick the best up for yourself and remove what doesn't adds up as positive in your life. Pick the pieces of your life wisely and you'll always find people who'll be worthy of your thoughts and deserving of your feelings.
Oh God, when I start ranting I just don't know how the hell make myself stop. But putting it all together, just remember the only person you'll always need in life is you. So what? Go and give this person a soothing kiss and wake her back to life.
This earth beneath your feet is not greater than the sun that glows within your soul. Let it outshine every little imperfection that this world has found in you. You can't get perfect in all aspects, but in few for sure, you were already born perfect.
This world belongs to those Who don't belong to this world
They say: Before anything else existed there was Christ. I say : Before anything else existed there was this sky. Our common sky. Embracing similar inches of the riches' skin as that of mine. From welcoming 360,000 new little lives in the same cradle to bidding farewell to as many as 150,000 to grave by each rotation of the Earth. It's our common silent sky. No one's more. No one's less. The silent sky whose eyes witnessed our evolution from hominoid to sapiens, saw the civilization advancing through bronze age and classic Greek arts. Keeping silent it always kept an eye on us, watched us reforming in Renaissance, Enlightenment and Romanticism. Recorded the machines of Industrial revolution and explorations of colonialism. Felt the pain of the Two World Wars with humans. Became cold and frozen in the frost of Cold War. With the wrath of globalisation and crimes of environmental degradation, the sky is yet silent but weeping as the clouds it holds are heavy to control their tears back. The agony of depression is hard to hide but the sky tries to smile back on to us like a Jesus to a Child. Penetrating its light in our timid souls, giving us wings to fly, stating that "sky is not the limit", it pushes us to take new flight whenever it turns cotton white and blue from purple and starry black. It's our Common Sky. No one's more. No one's less. #pod@mirakee@writersnetwork@alluring_tulip @virtually_real@fatima_aslam
So here's the beginning.. A very simple beginning.. Just introduction.. Hope you enjoy the read.. Stay tuned for the next parts..
♥ "Part - 1" ♥
It was a special day. Everyone was in the festive mood. We were celebrating the homecoming of a new member in our family. The daughter of the family's youngest son, my Chachu. A big puja was organized for the occasion. We had our relatives and also some family friends among us. So, it was a jolly surrounding full of excitement and with all smiling faces.
Then we heard the honk of a car and rushed to the balcony. As expected they had arrived from the hospital with our princess. Taiji and Mumma along with some other ladies rushed towards the door to welcome them with aarti. Everyone's faces were glowing with joy. Me along with my cousin sisters and some friends were standing in the balcony and watching the welcome ceremony. Bhaiya and other cousin brothers of ours were busy in the puja arrangements. Then after the welcome aarti, Chachu and Chachi came inside holding our small princess. All the loving eyes were upon our angel as she was sleeping peacefully in Chachi's arms. And for a 13-year old like me, the excitement was in another level with the arrival of a baby sister. I was on cloud 9 that finally someone younger than me had arrived in the family. Then Mumma took Chachi and baby to the room to get them freshen up before the puja starts. Chachu also went along with Papa to change and fresh up.
After about half an hour Panditji called for the puja and we all gathered in the hall.......
This is a special birthday shout-out to a wonderful member here who is not only a very talented writer, but also a kindhearted, respectful individual who I'm very glad to know! Zaid, despite the whole world being in the midst of a pandemic, I hope that you're managing to have some fun on your birthday and hopefully some really good cake too! Enjoy your day and God bless always.