One Love,One Blood,One Life

Dono'n Jahaan Teri Mohabbat Mein Haar Keh

2012-01-25T20:29:00.006+05:00

He tells her that the sun and moon rise in her eyes,
He goes ahead and proves it to her,
He turns his world upside down for her.

She sets her world on fire, for him,
She breaks away from all ties and bonds,
She relinquishes her heart and soul to him.

“Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws *one* voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.”
Rilke

Ibaa'dat

2012-01-23T19:45:00.006+05:00

In the eyes of the world
He’s forbidden to her,
Another woman wears his ring.
And she legally belongs to someone else.

Yet here they stand.
He leads her into Prayer.
Her true Mehram
The Baa'tin to her Zaa'hir.

Different sects, Different rules.
It matters naught.
They kneel before the same God
The same prayer dances on their lips.

Like a favorite disciple,
She echoes his words,
Follows his actions,
More in awe of him,
More in love with him
Than ever before.

As always,
It’s beautiful,
It’s sacred.

As always,
There’s him,
There’s her,
And there’s their God,
HE is their witness.

Their cup runneth over…..

Teray Bina Zindagee Se Koi Shikwa Toh Nahi

2012-01-12T19:10:00.002+05:00

Forty five days without you.
How is that even fair??!!
No, I haven’t died in your absence.
Yes, I still eat,sleep,laugh and smile.

But what of the heart whose texture you’ve altered forever?
The breathing that is so painful that it makes death look tame,
The food that always tastes bland without you,
The sleep that won’t let go of your dreams,
The jagged, hollow laughter that grates on my own ears,
And the smile,
What of the smile that fails to reach the eyes,
The eyes that are forever pooled with tears.

Teray bina zindagee bhi lekin zindagee toh nahi

Bereft

2011-12-22T19:10:00.001+05:00

You left.
Your memories didn't.
The sound of your laughter is still lodged in my heart. My lips still tingle from the taste of your smile. My silences resonate with your words. I have nothing left to say. All my words belonged to you.
I handle myself gingerly these days. I can move mountains, I can take on the world when you're with me. I can fight you and myself, with you by my side. But without you, I cave in.
In pieces. I forget to smile. I forget to be.

Tell me, you're as lost as I am. Tell me, you only find yourself in memories of me. Tell me that you forget to breathe, till you murmur my name softly or see my face in a photograph. Tell me, so I can tell you_that this is how I live every day. From one memory to the next. From one hour to the next.

I've been dying inside, bit by bit, ever since.
The heart's been in chaos ever since.

You left.
I have been Bereft ever since.

That Face, Those Eyes

2011-12-20T20:04:00.001+05:00

Her eyes. They know Magic. Dark and forbidden are the spells they cast over him. Her smile. It tugs at his heartstrings, lights up an answering smile on his face. He who is a wizard with words, can’t speak in her presence. Her expressive face, narrates stories to him. Stories that should only be whispered. In solitude. Through her lips. Into his ears.
Every bit of her flesh, calls him towards her. Leaves him twisted, yearning for more. Her embrace. The way she hugs him to her, is like a little girl hugs her favorite teddy bear. It encapsulates innocence and unadulterated love. How she squeezes him as if she wants him to disappear inside her. She unravels him. Completely. Calms the storms in his heart. All of us need constants in our lives.
She is his Constant.

His face. She knows his face by heart. In an intoxicated stupor, it's all that she can do. Watch him. Learn him. Absorb each feature. Cherish each quirk. Memorize each mole on his face.
He is etched into her body,heart,mind and soul. She doesn't know where to go look for him when she needs him. Should she speak to the heart? Should she delve into her mind? Should she invoke him from her soul? Not knowing where he's housed, she talks to herself, believing he can hear her. He does. She feels the warmth of his palm in hers. She quivers as he gently tucks an errant wisp of her hair behind her ears.
Every time they meet, he takes her on an indescribable journey with him. She knows not where they'll go, or how long they'll be gone. She's only aware of his presence. Besides her. It's all she needs to know. And when it's over, she walks away, Richer. Always. But she also leaves a piece of her with him. Always.
He is her Constant.

Con Te Partiro (Revisited)

2011-12-18T00:50:00.001+05:00

He knows.
It's time
For her heart to break
For her tears to come.
He has to go
He's tired.
He has been here for so long.
He has suffered too much

She knows.
Her lips have traced his scars
His pain has left its footprints on her soul
She has wept over his heartache
When his own tears had run dry
Yes, she'll let him go.
She'll set him free.

She knows.
She won't be able to breathe without him.
She'll never smile again.
Never from the heart.
He'll take them with him
The smile. The heart.

He knows.
She makes time stand still for him.
Her presence makes him feel in the company of Gods.
She says so much without uttering a word.
The reason he has her Heart and Soul is
Because he lost his to hers.

She knows.
Their story will die with him.
She'll die without both.
Her thoughts will not be echoed by him
Her dreams will not be voiced.
He'll be her secret forever.

He knows
What he is to her
What he does to her
He will leave and,
She'll come apart.

She knows
It's time
She won't ask him to stay.
She won't pray for his life.
She'll pray he finds Peace
As she'll lose hers forever.

He knows.
He is her whole world. .
His presence lends her that sparkle in her eye
Which blinds him from everything else
She holds onto each word he utters
And weaves it into a memory.

They know.
She has to stay.
Has a job to do
She has to raise them,
That boy who has his face,
That girl who has his soul,
Their children will be his legacy
And he'll see
The treasures that they'll be
He'll suffer no more.

They know
They belong.
She'll come to him.
It won't be long now.

It won't be long.

A kiss to build a dream on

2011-12-14T23:23:00.003+05:00

You kiss the way,
People ought to Pray.
Don't.
Don't shake your head
At your Heretic.
Let me blaspheme.
My God knows what I am raving about.

Here you answer the prayer on my lips,
Here I tremble with reverence,
And worship the altar
That is your Lips.

Complete Intoxication.
Because I have drunk a wine so sweet from your lips,
You're all I feel,
You're all I see,
All I hear is You.

I need to Pray again.

Hurry home,
My lips lie in wait.

Don't be Obscene, I can't conceive of Living without You

2011-12-12T12:51:00.009+05:00

*She calls him one last time(for the umpteenth time) from the plane, to say goodbye.
All masks have fallen off. All façades have been stripped away. His voice heavily laced with unshed tears, like a child, her grown man asks her questions she has no answers for.
“Gurya, You’re leaving?
Don’t go, please.
I can’t breathe.
Please have mercy on me.
Don’t go, Gurya.
You’re leaving me?”

She has no answers for him. Her body wracked with sobs, she can only murmur his name over and over again lovingly.

*Next day, they speak for the first time since she landed a few hours ago.
Determined to be strong for both of them, she holds back her tears, clears her throat and asks him in a voice that is a bit too cheerful,” How’re you, Meri Jaan?”

But he’s having none of it. Never one to make small talk, he draws first blood as he delivers the fatal blow in a strangled voice, “Meri Zindagee chali gayee.”

She crumples to the floor. All bets are off.

Chasing Pirates

2011-12-08T15:06:00.003+05:00

He tells her which song he's listening to.
And she jumps into action here.
Oceans apart.
She quickly plays the same song.
Closes her eyes.
Pictures him .
Trying in horrible vain to capture that moment which holds him in its grasp.
Foolishly thinking that if somehow she does exactly what he's doing, then maybe in some elusive,perfect parallel universe, they can be together again.

Right here. Right now.

Your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

2011-12-02T07:52:00.005+05:00

There's something to be said about the beauty of two lovers sitting in a room with their life packed away in her suitcases. Especially when they know she has to leave in a bit.

There's something to be said about the weight of the sadness that keeps pulling them down, knowing that they're now on borrowed time. Time, running out, makes them glance with quiet fear at their watches every few minutes.

She talks and he listens, he keeps staring at her as she talks, and she stumbles, trips on her own words.His gaze takes her breath away, as automatically her lips are drawn towards him, his tongue teasing rivulets of shivers out of her.

He tastes her tears on his lips, lets them rain on his soul to soak in her memories, for later. For when she's gone.

Their hearts in their throats, they walk towards the car. Choked up, they give each other tight smiles, carefully held in place by the promise that they won't break down.

She doesn't have the courage to look away from his face, he doesn't have the strength to look back at her.

Making unnecessary small talk, they skip around their goodbyes gingerly. He plays their song. With a sharp intake of her breath, she winces as fresh pain stabs her in the gut.

At the airport, he pauses and makes no attempt to get off the car. He takes a deep breath and looks at her finally, his eyes bloodshot. She sits motionless, barely breathing.

She must get off his car, so he can be on his way and she can go home.
Why then, does their small, tiny world in that car, feel like home to her? How can she walk away from him, knowing she's leaving all that's alive in her, with him?

But reality beckons. She gets out of the car.He hugs her to him. It's a quick hug,very perfunctory. She understands. She doesn't dare either. Lest they both fall apart right there and then.
There's that smile on her face.The smile that she promised him she'd smile, even if it kills her. Tears that he'd forbidden her to cry when he was around , spill out , as if in a rage, indignant that he's gone.

He drives away, his world empty now that she's gone. Yet his heart, so full of the memories they made together. Knowing he'll never be the same again, knowing he'll always, always remember how she felt in his arms. From now on, he'll have to learn, learn how to breathe without her walking by his side.

They'll both have to learn how to have absolute perfection for a few moments, to live your whole life in those moments, and then learn how to let it go, to walk away from it, smiles in place. The tears will come later, in solitude.

The tears, they came.
And stayed.

The World was on Fire and No one could save me but You

2011-11-27T03:21:00.005+05:00

It was her last night here. She was going in for the kill.
He loved her in skirts. The swift rustle of black silk here, A caress of soft chiffon there. Her endless legs tormented him without shyness. The long,sharp heel of her peep-toe pumps pierced through his defenses. The toes that peeked through them were painted a flawless,proud, burgundy.

The minute he walked through the door, she knew. She knew he stood no chance. Not tonight. His complete surrender to her made her bold. She unfurled her shyness tonight.
He watched her helplessly. Tonight, she didn't lower her gaze. With a half-smile on her lips, she stared back at him through the strands of hair that were shadowing her face.
He motioned towards her cream silk blouse, and murmured in a tortured tone, " Your button."

She broke her eyes away from him, gazed down at that button that had come undone, made no move to fix it, smiled and looked back at him." Yes, what about my button?"

Conceding defeat, he walked towards her now.. a smiled danced on his lips and he took her in his arms.
"I'll set this world on fire if you ever wear this skirt in front of anyone else but me."

With laughter in her eyes, happiness in her voice, she asked,"Promise?"

Ne me quitte pas

2011-11-23T00:22:00.004+05:00

They sit huddled together,emotionally drained, her feet burrowed under his, their legs scissored, gazed locked.
"It seems as if the whole universe is conspiring against us...Things keep stacking up, one after the other, to make sure that we don't stay together," he speaks softly, his voice defeated.

She looks at his hand in hers, feels their love coursing fiercely through her veins, and squeezes his warm hands gently to reassure him.

Always the strong, resilient one, this time he's the one who asks her in a small, childlike voice,"Do you think our love is strong enough to fight against all the odds that stand in our way?"

She takes a deep breath, blinks back her tears rapidly, puts on her brightest smile and says:"Of course it is."

Usually her big smile carried him through oceans of pain, but today he drowned in that tiny catch in her voice.

Main tasawwur bhi judaai ka bhala kaisay karoon
Main nay qismat ki lakeeron say churaya hai tujhay

Thank God for the Pain

2011-11-21T18:12:00.002+05:00

"I leave in eight days, My love," she whispered.
He heard her speak the words that sealed his fate but his eyes were riveted on those quivering lips that promised a tsunami of tears.
"Tum ja rahi ho". He stated helplessly.
Their hands entwined, he threw his head back and closed his eyes. He felt her tears soak his hand as he tried to push back his own.
She knew he wasn't well. She knew about this excruciating chest pains.
He knew she'd have to leave one day. He knew she couldn't live here, with him forever.

She watched him, as the tears fell with abandon. Watched the man who was her life. Her raison d'être.
She combed her fingers through his soft silky hair. Took his face in her hands.Ran her hands up and down his arms. Remembering.
The life they'd shared together.
Memorizing. Each kiss.Each embrace. Each word that he never spoke and she heard anyway. Each thought in her head that he gave voice to.

Moments later he opened his eyes, tried to sit up.Winced as the pain in his chest punished him again. He gathered her trembling mass in his arms. He let her cry. How could he ask her not to cry.
By deciding to do the right thing, they'd both written their own death sentences.

They stayed like that for such a long time. Quietly holding each other. Every few minutes, she'd lift her head, look at him and ask him in a broken voice," How will I live without you?"
His answer, every few minutes would be the same.....He'd smile the saddest smile at her, clasping his chest in pain, and murmur softly,"Thank God for the pain."

Kabhi Kabhi

2011-11-07T02:48:00.005+05:00

Forever lulled by the afterglow of his endless love, she goes through her day, running errands absentmindedly, lost in his thoughts, when her phone rings.

"Kabhi Kabhi thorha sa miss kar liya karo mujhey please," he pleads with her jokingly. (Fifteen years later,his velvety voice still makes her weak in the knees.)

She smiles incredulously.
Kabhi kabhi, Saheb?
Thorha sa, Saheb?

If only missing him was a Kabhi kabhi phenomenon.
If only missing him could be quantified as Thorha thorha.

He knows.
He knows how she's made a temple out of his memories.
He knows that she guards that temple ferociously.
He knows she can't even blink without thinking of him.

"Woh Tujhey yaad karey jiss nay bhulaya ho kabhi
Hum ne tujh ko na bhulaya na kabhi yaad kiya"

Again and Again

2011-11-03T12:47:00.002+05:00

I don't need to touch you to remember how you feel. I need to touch you so I can remember what it is to feel.

I have discovered pores on myself because of you.

Where do I begin? (To tell the story of how great a love can be)

2011-10-28T03:07:00.004+05:00

The eyes,
The smile,
The cologne,
The scents blending in,
The bodies following suit.
Those white sheets,
The limbs tangled in those sheets.
The gazes locked.
The air heavily laced with motia and cigarettes.
Andy Williams crooning "Where do I begin?" in the background.

How does one walk away from such beauty?
How does one walk away from all this....and survive?

Beloved,You are loved.

2011-09-16T19:46:00.000+05:00

Because it’s him
He, whose iridescent eyes keep drawing her in

Because there is nothing more beautiful than the sight of him.
Him, with hair softer and silkier than hers.

Because he kisses her every day
He, whose lips have traced endless journeys down her body

Because he’s such an easy man to belong to
Him, with the strong, honest embrace and the melting gaze

Because he takes her in his arms and sings their song for her
He, whose thoughts walk beside her when he doesn’t

Because she cannot help it, she’ll love him forever
She, who knows it in her bones that he’ll love her back

Because it’s him.

Without You

2011-09-11T21:29:00.005+05:00

"Do you know what it is to be a lover? Half of a whole?" Mal,Inception,2010

In his arms she fell, as her hair came down

2011-08-27T00:16:00.007+05:00

Since you've been gone, I have stopped living. I die a little every day instead. Every day I think, This is it. I can't take this anymore. I cannot go on another day. Because I cannot breathe without you. But every day, I betray our love by living another day. How is it that I don't actually die? I am barely alive. ""Mujhey kya bura tha marna agar ek baar hota?"

But you can't really call this living either, can you. My soul lives in you. I inhabit my body no more. I merely exist now.
I exist in the twinkle of your eyes, I am tucked away in the corner of your gorgeous lips as you begin to smile. Look for me in that restless wisp of your hair the teases your forehead. Watch me fall apart, find me hanging on to every word that rolls off your mouth and waltzes straight into my heart, every time you call.

That's why I don't believe that you miss me.How can you, when I live inside you. I miss me. Lost myself in you. Keep losing myself to you. Yeh kya kar diya aap ne??!!

Chaap tilak sabb cheeni re,
Moh se naina milaaye keh

House Of Love

2011-08-13T16:55:00.000+05:00

She is alone and by herself in this huge house.
Yet she has enough memories of him to fill up her entire universe.
So she is wandering from room to room.
Whispering his name in every corner.
Telling the walls of this house about her real home_ His Arms.
She walks barefoot.
Softly apologizing to these walls that she built with so much love and care.
Telling these rooms why she has no room in her heart for them anymore.
She tells them about him.
Describes him to them.
So they can understand why.
Why this home is now merely a house.
She explains how he has occupied all of her.
What is she to do?
There's no room anymore.
In her heart.
For these rooms and these walls.
The red terra cotta floor that she chose so lovingly now has to be told why she must stop walking upon it.
She must tell it how he has floored her.
Swept her off her feet.
So that now she only walks on air.
She walks upon this earth no more.
His love has lifted her so beautifully.
What can she do.
Alone, she's breaking up with this house.
This Goodbye was long overdue.
This house and her, were never alone before tonight.
Somebody was always around.
She has always been so house-proud.
To her, home wasn't brick,concrete and mortar.
It was her pride,source of accomplishment and immense love.
But now he's come along.
He has changed everything.
He has redefined everything.

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
Then close your eyes, and I'll be on my way.

Tera Zikr Hai

2011-08-08T00:50:00.002+05:00

I am always in the company of your Memories.
We sit together, night after night,
Drinking to the Magic of you.
Telling each other our favorite story about you.
Every night, silent tears roll out an applause, pleading for an encore.
You always knew how hard it is for me to say No.

Keh tera Zikr hai
Yaa Itr Hai
Jab Jab Karta Huun...
Mehekta Huun...
Behekta Huun...
Chehekta Huun..

Aankhon ke saagar,honton ke saagher

2011-07-16T22:33:00.003+05:00

Since you kissed and hugged me for two minutes before you had to leave, there are parts of me that are soaked with your scent. So now, randomly, a strand of my hair will fall upon my face and the essence of you will caress my senses. Or suddenly, out of nowhere, your scent will wrap itself around me as I breathe , drowning me, leaving me breathless, as a tear slips out of my eye, in a hurry to reach your name that has softly yet helplessly crept out of my lips.
Leh doobay humein aap, Saheb.

The Road that Love Built

2011-06-07T19:35:00.000+05:00

She is the Cartographer of his body.

Reading into the depths of his eyes,
Navigating through the whirlpool of his lips,
Learning the curves of his shoulders with her kisses,
Meandering through the dance of his journey inside her,
Walking into ecstasy as he looks into her eyes,smiles, and goes a little deeper,
Memorizing the route to his heart through her soul.
Losing herself on the streets of his arms and limbs.
Mapping her life along the lines on his palm.
Finding the pathway to Eternal Love.

Paradise Found.

Falling Slowly

2011-05-21T12:55:00.001+05:00

His hand at the small of her back,as he walks behind her making sure she's okay.
Clichéd shivers down her spine.

A moment like this

2011-05-06T12:43:00.000+05:00

The room is quiet now. Only sound in the air is that of their joy, dancing through the room.
(Moments ago he was pouring out his love for her with his hands and his mouth, his eyes and and his lips.
Moments ago, she was writhing under him, trembling with the desire to have him bury himself into her deepest, darkest depths. Moments ago, he complied. And as their gazes locked with each other, and they smiled, she recognized that life will never be the same again.)
Soft amber light from a lamp fills the room. He refuses to make love in complete darkness. He needs to see her, he insists and the magic they create together.

Now he lights his cigarette. Now she watches him hungrily, her chin propped on his chest. Her eyes shining with pure joy. He smiles back at her, " I love you", he whispers softly. Because she cannot help herself, she leans over and gives him a small teary kiss on his lips. "I love you more," she quivers and she rests her head on his chest now. His hands begin their holy pilgrimage. Running through the strands of her hair sprawled over his chest and shoulders, he dances his fingertips across her spine. She sighs with contentment, purrs like a cat and nuzzles deeper in his arms. Her legs scissor into his, her feet lock themselves at his ankles. His hands continue the journey from her spine to her hips and her legs. Gentle, soft strokes, each promising a lifetime of trust and sacred happiness. With each stroke of his fingers, she is bound to him a little bit more , she loves him a little bit more. And now he's watching TV with her( he loves it), their hands are clasped together and all of his anatomy is mingled into all of hers.

They fit, always have.

Heaven, happens to be here.
Right here.

Terms of Endearment

2011-05-04T07:53:00.000+05:00

"Gurya",
He calls out to her,
In moments of extreme gentleness.
And when he does,
All she can do is look at him.
Helplessly.
Hopelessly in love with him.
"Don't", she says.
"Please don't call me that".
It's too gentle. It's too loving.
It's too much.
it unravels her.
And he's not even around to pick up the pieces
And gather her in his arms
As he kisses his thirst
And her hunger away.
So Please,
Don't.
Don't Call her Gurya.
Not when you're miles away.
It kills her.

Remember

2011-04-11T19:41:00.001+05:00

She remembers him,
Before she remembers to breathe.
Steeped in his memories,
She remembers.

Remembers the little things,
How her hands feel in his,
What happens to her heartbeat as he laces his fingers through hers.

She remembers how her heart,
Is in her throat as she walks towards the door to his room.
As he throws the door open, she throws herself into his arms.

She remembers how his embrace swallows her.
How his hands claim her ass,
And her arms welcome him home.

She remembers the kisses.
How his lips plunder hers and,
Their tongues dirty dance.

She remembers his voice,
How that voice does things to her,
That voices should be allowed to do.

She remembers his whispers in her ears,
Repeatedly he tells her he loves her, missed her.
Repeatedly, she keeps melting in his embrace.

She remembers how her eyes drink him in,
As he exhales secrets on her neck, she inhales his scent.
She now knows what heaven smells like.

She remembers, he's wrapped in a towel.
She remembers, she's wrapped in his arms.
She remembers, their song playing in the background.

She remembers drowning in him,
As he makes her stand on his feet.
She remembers floating,
As he dances gently with her.
She remembers feeling right at home,
As her head rests on his chest.

She remembers how gorgeous he looks,
As he holds out his cigarette, for her
He guides it to her lips,
Tells her to take a drag,
Unable to drag her gaze away from him,
She complies.
She remembers his mouth on her, seconds later.

She remembers, his smiles,
His laughter , his face.
She remembers his songs, his thoughts,
His gaze upon her.
She remembers feeling blessed.
She remembers everything.
She remembers him.

She forgets everything else.

A Quiet Devastation

2011-03-28T17:08:00.008+05:00

A vision is dancing before me.
You are at work. You get a phone call.
Strangers on the phone. Strangers on the phone are telling you the Strangest thing.
Your own, your Love, your Begum has died.

You sit back in your chair, Frozen. How can you believe it??!!
A few hours ago, you were with her.
Heck, you were inside her, a few hours ago.
She was smiling at you as you looked into her eyes and told her you loved her.
Her lips didn't move in reply, but her eyes, they responded so lovingly that your own eyes had welled up, a few hours ago.
She couldn't stop kissing you goodbye..she never could stop kissing you goodbye.
Gently, you told her that you'll miss your flight if she doesn't let go. She held on to you for dear life, for an endless moment.
Then she let you go.
You made the flight.
She didn't make it.

Once you'd left, she lay back, drenched in your smell, your taste, your sheets.
A bird watched over her from the balcony, as tears spilled from her eyes on your pillow.
Eventually, the bird also had to go. She watched it fly away, quietly. Just like she'd watched you fly away from her.

A few hours ago, you'd called her as soon as you'd landed.
Her voice had sounded small, teary. But she always sounded like that after their time together.
She'd whispered,"Saheb(her name for him) Come back. I cannot breathe."
Fighting your own sadness, you'd cheered her up, telling her you'd be back next week.
"But the boulder, Saheb. A boulder descends on my chest the moment you leave from here. It's too much for me to bear", she had rasped to you.
A few hours ago, you hushed her and told her to be strong.

Be Strong, you'd asked her.
She, who'd never disobeyed you, couldn't abide by this instruction.
She couldn't go on without you. She couldn't live from one week to the next.
She couldn't breathe without you.
So she stopped.
Stopped breathing without you.

Now, all he wanted to do was to let his world fall apart around him.
He wanted to run into the ocean and never look back.
She had left him her Boulder, as a parting gift .
He could feel it. Killing him.
He wanted to die.

But first, he had to be her Saheb. Damn her!
He had to make good on the Promise he'd made to her all those years ago.
They'd been together for a mere two days. She'd voiced her biggest fear to him, shyly.
It was early days, she was still shy around him.
She'd told him if anything ever happened to him, she'll die.
He'd promised her that day."I promise you, I'll bury you first, then I'll die".
She'd believed him and relaxed.

Now that time was here.
He had to bury her.
She'd asked him to make sure only he touches her, always.
In life and in death. It had been his responsibility.
He had to come through for her.

He would have to fly out to her home.
No, her home was him, she always said so.
He will have to fly out to her house.
He'll have to fight for his Begum( his name for her).
He'll have to Wrestle her lifeless form from those who claimed she was theirs to bury.
He'll have to take her away.
And make sure he buries her as his own.
Her Saheb, he will carry her in his arms alone.
He'll perform her last rites.

She'd have been so proud of him.
Her Man.
Her Saheb.
Her Lion. Fighting everyone.
Listening to no one but his own Heart.
Because that is where she now sleeps, Forever.

He buries her.
He howls over her grave,
Like a child bereft.
He stands alone.
This is what she'd always wanted.
Him and her. Alone.
Nobody else mattered.
He kneels beside her grave.
"Boulder,Begum!!" He cries out..

This is the beginning of the End.

Kisses come to those who wait

2011-03-04T12:13:00.001+05:00

There was beauty.
There was abundance
There was life.
There was the weeping willow
Begging the earth to allow one kiss.

There was you.
There was your smile.
There were your hands.
There were my hands in yours
There was me,
Begging you to allow one kiss.

There was us.
There were tears.
There were quiet,knowing smiles.
There were honest embraces.

There were fingertips, yours and mine
That came together.
There were fingers that touched
There were hands that made love to each other.
There was you.
There was us.
There was heaven.

This.
This is your place.
This is your church
This is my place of worship.
I am home.
May it be forever this time.

A World of Pain

2011-01-24T15:38:00.000+05:00

Grief has ravaged her. No traces of her earlier Joyous self can be found. She, who always danced into a room, now trudges along gingerly. Those eyes that twinkled with mischief are now home to an ocean of tears that keeps spilling over her pale cheeks. And those lips of hers, lips that he swore were his lifeline, lips that drove him insane when they would pout coquettishly, lips that knew his body by heart, now merely quiver softly, punishing themselves.

She is exhausted. She needs to go to him and sleep in his eyes. He, who is her home, her city, her town. She needs to be held by him. So he can put her back together, slowly. Piece by piece. One kiss at a time.

He is terrified. For her. And himself. For them. He can see her slipping away. Precious fragments of her have already withered before his eyes. He watches her quietly, silently praying for a miracle. His heart’s in turmoil. His woman, his source of Peace, is in pieces. He doesn’t know a world where she does not exist. She, who is the light of his life.

He is trying his best. Very gently, he calls out her name. That gentleness, that softness, knocks the wind out of her sails. She crumbles .At his feet. In a pool of sorrow. He crouches down next to her. Cradles her almost lifeless form in his arms. Even now, In all her listlessness, she’s a perfect fit for him. Her head finds its way right below his chin, their arms sweep around each other, her face drowns in his chest. He inhales her scent and his heart springs to life. Like an old habit, His fingers rush towards her long, silky hair.

He lifts her head gently, holds her face in his hands coaxing her to look at him. She slowly opens her eyes. Rests them upon his face hungrily. Remembering. The tears stop. A slow smile gently lights her face. She knows how terrible he is with Goodbyes. She is silent. It’s time.
She, who couldn’t breathe without him, breathes her last in his arms.

His world goes dark.

Return of the Prodigal Blogger

2010-01-28T12:42:00.000+05:00

Dare I start over?