Right now, She is sinking
Into the black holes of solitude
Or is it the deep dungeon of grief?
Pick me up, help me ascend; She cries
But the vacuum around
Is rather deaf, still, and secluded
Those black arms that stretched out to her
Was familiar, but the intensions were strange
Her heart wanted to shout,
But her soul was tied with fear
Her eyes wanted to just sleep,
But tears never agreed to stop
Her dreams were only of barbie dolls
And building blocks till that moment
But this moment had shattered all her life
She just wanted to escape.
Ah, the footsteps that reached at last
Was not of her acquaintances
He rescued her from that filthy moment
With a terrifying a voice of death
The perfect wedding
Is there a benchmark for a perfect wedding? I don't know!
Perhaps, I didn't know when I got married.
I was a 20 year old, when he took my arms into his. It was one year more than half a decade ago. I was nervous, not of my wedding dress, or the feast. I was nervous of my life ahead. Girls are taught to change everything after marriage, at my place; and I was worried if I would have to surrender my thoughts, my opinions, my voices, my career, and my being self. I knew that my husband would be with me in every phase of life, and he wouldn't let me end up in any loss but... this is India, and family remains the super power. What if my in laws doesn't like me the way I am? Wh...
I am here,
Not having vanished to anywhere
But there is a but in between
The paper and the pen that I hold
I have things umpteen to say
But something is stuck inside
I can't speak what I wish to
I don't really get the reason
I am not tied, I am not tired
I am not shaken either
But why? What is holding me back?
If ever in those pin drop silences,
You hear my voice crying
Will you stop by, and recognise me?
If ever in those deepest of woods,
You sense my footprints 👣
Will you return and find me?
If ever in those thickest of crowds,
You sense my fragrance,
So sweaty, but unique,
Will you run back, and embrace me forever?
If ever in those abundance of choices
Of beautiful flowers in front,
Will you still pick me, for the best choice?
Those crystals falling out of her eyelids,
Were as eloquent as her irises
Sharp, clear, transparent;
A reflection of her soul purest
Mated with agony, and solitude,
They flew unrelentingly through her cheeks
Washing away those colours of pretensions
Painted over her face as deception
What were they in veracity?
Desperation? Agony? Heartbreak?
Or broken wings of her dreams vivid?
Were they her desires to embrace, and mate with her own soul
Lives are burnt on a part of the world
Crackers on the other part
Where to join souls?
What to celebrate?
What to wish?
I think of you as I write this. From where I am, I will sleep two nights and wake up to a new year. The anticipation of something big and breathtaking consumes me. You have become a part of my life, one that I chose.
They say "friends are the family we choose" and family we are. Blood may be thicker than water but words birthed by emotions and thoughts shared in depth in our writing bind us in ways blood may not be able to.
I wrote this letter to let you know that there is a piece of you in me that I've taken in the letters you have written. Whole as I may be, I am shaped by how others have touched me. More profound than I can ever explain, trust that nothing is random or...
With the rays of the sun that kisses my closed eyelids, I wake up to the same dawn of hope as you do
With the enchanting coos of the chirping birds, I smile, as beautifully as you do
With the soothing winter warmth, I feel lazy to get up from the bed, as much as you do
With the same ambiguity, I run along with the race of life, as chaotic as you do
With the same burdens, helplessness, heartbreaks, deception, and love, I cry
As agonising as you do
With the same empathetic pain I realise that my life is far better, safe, secure and beautiful than many of us, the brethren of mankind
With the same helplessness I sit restless in my room, caressing the forehead of my kid,
Looking at the plung...
I'm so pleased you're letter and personal certificate has finally arrived in India.
I had a lot of enjoyment reading your letter of thanks. It was a wonderful way to start the day. I'm delighted that mine made you smile so much too. It's a lovely feeling. I love my making others smile. It gives me such pleasure, Shana.
In answer to your question, my friend and I are planning to do some dramatic together, In the new year. Is not a cheap hobby, but we but similar clothes and are a similar size; so we're going to buy a dressmaking pattern between us and help each other sew using our machines. We'll do it together at her house or ours and I know it will be immensely enjoyab...
Waking up to your beautiful sunshiney letter, is a perfect way to start a gloomy, grey day. I recommend it!
Thank you for your kind words as sweet encouragements. You are such a blessing and it's so good to have you participation in the #SkylarkChallenge, so regularly!!
Giving you the biggest hugs!
David and Lily part 31
Lily somehow managed to move her sore feet following David. They could hear a distant sound of water falling. They sharpened their ears to detect its direction.
"Here, towards east" said David with excitement. Lily could barely display any EXPRESSION on her face. She was sweating, almost swirling with dehydration. David anticipated her fall, and quickly picked her up in his arms, and continued to walk. She tightly held his neck, and looked into his eyes. She saw vivid dreams in those tiny mirrors. In it were the treasures of the forest, abundance of love, clear crystals of water, and her.
Unlike the other men who tried to get closer to her, she ne...
WHO ARE YOU
Who am I? It is quest that I am set out on! I still do not have a perfect answer for it. People call me 'Shana', yeah, that's my name but that wasn't my choice.
Jen's letter says that the colour of my name if Red. But on reading the descriptions, I felt I am more of green or orange. May be due to the fact that my name wasn't my choice.
I don't know who I am! But I always believe in being my self. I am not bothered of what my surroundings think of me. I am not bothered about the society's feelings for me. I am not bothered of tomorrow.
I am rarely nervous. My friends say, I am a good listener, and a keeper of secrets. My father says I need to be more patient. My husband says I...
I always appreciate all your engagement more than words can say. You write well and your enthusiasm is very catchy.
Thank you!!! It was perfect!
Deep inside your tedious eyes
I can see the tears already befallen
The battles you have already lost,
And the obstacles you stumbled upon
Deep inside those tedious eyes
I can see the mirthful laughter you miss
I can see that love you'd forgone for life
I can see the dreams that shattered in front
Deep inside those tedious eyes
I can see the silly smiles that made your life
I can see those glowing prideful stances
I can see those verses yet unwritten!
You are out on a beautiful summer day. You are wearing a dress that you like the most, and you are most comfortable in.
You know you look beautiful but people stare at you, ridicule you, and pass taunts.
What will you do? How would you react?
Will you cry? Or will you put a chair in their mouth, and sit?
Tag your letter #Confidence
SKYLARKCHALLENGE 48 and 49 combined
David and Lily part 30
Lily was gasping, her eyes clearly signed of tediousness. David TOUCHED her palm, it was cold! "Water", she panted! He knew it wasn't just thirst, she was so horrified of the ways they had crossed. The future destination happens to be unknown. There is only DARKNESS all through the way. His HUMBLE efforts to formulate a plan went in vain. Both of them were too tired though their SPIRIT to move on with the hunt was alive. The outside of the cave opened to the depths of the forest they had entered. They sat on a rock nearby to take a couple of fresh breathe, and regain their composure. They once again spread the map on the ground, and ...
الَّذِينَ يُنفِقُونَ فِي السَّرَّاءِ وَالضَّرَّاءِ وَالْكَاظِمِينَ الْغَيْظَ وَالْعَافِينَ عَنِ النَّاسِ وَاللَّهُ يُحِبُّ الْمُحْسِنِينَ
Those who spend [in Allah's Cause - deeds of charity, alms, etc.] in prosperity and in adversity, who repress anger, and who pardon men; verily, Allah loves the good-doers.
Quran emphasises the importance charity plenty of times through its verses. Islam is nothing less than a mission to eradicate poverty from the society. There are two kinds of charities in Islam; one is mandatory, and the other is voluntary. The mandatory charity could be termed as the tax system of Islam. 2.5% of a person's savings, if it is above a certain limit, is to be gi...
David and Lily part 29
They tried and got tired. All what they wanted at the moment was FREEDOM from the world. FIERCE efforts to push the gate, rotate the circular knob, all went in vain. As a last try, David DRAGGED the enormous gate, yet it stood as firm as it could. Lily suddenly remembered the wooden piece fallen from the ship, and the diamonds on it. She took it out from her bag, and observed its pattern.
"Yay, they look similar David"; she told staring at the holes on the knob that surrounded the lock.
"This is indeed an ambiguous puzzle" David sat down on the floor, gasping.
They tried fixing the wooden piece on the gate, and then chose to take out each of the d...
THE TITLE -HEAD LETTRIST
FRAGMENTS OF US
I might just vanish in the thickest of nights
I might not bid you adieu
I might not even pause for a minute,
To take a glance back at you
I might just vanish all at once,
In the thickest of nights
I might in the way ahead,
Lit up my ways with the memories that shine inside my iris,
As little drops of water, crystal clear as diamonds that shine
I might just walk through;
Over the reminiscences of our glorious past
Over the sands where we once made love
Over the stones that they threw at us
Stepping my feet fiercely over the memories
And just shed my tears over the graveyard
Wherein the FRAGMENTS OF US sleep
Wherein our love waits for us to unite...