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Stardust and White Roses
1. The Witch From The Past and The Future The girl who is and is not of this world stands at the threshold of time, a liminal creature caught between the whispers of what has been and the echoes of what will be. Her name, forgotten by history but whispered on the tongues of stars, carries the weight of centuries, yet she feels like a stranger to her own life. To some, she is a witch of the past,…
Love ... a breath away
Writing brings out emotions which were buried deep within, and never acknowledged
I talked to him, Sometimes with the moon high in the skies. Believing it to be the same moon rising over the desert. I felt him within me with the petrichor rising over the earth. I knew him in my eyes with the first drops touching the world and my eyelids at the same time. I heard him in the songs spun by the thunder through the travelling clouds. I heard him in the call of the migrating…
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Wishing upon stars
“Are the stars far enough?” “Why?” he asked. “They keep memories, didn’t you know?” “How?” he asked again. “They are millions of years away, so if we send a wish now…imagine…our wishes will be in the universe for millions of years. Just like that…all that is happening around us…you and me, our memories…what we do…our laughs, smiles, frowns, heartaches…everything will be there for…
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The snooze button of the insomniac
1.30 am, I can’t sleep, the moon outside is shinning with all its might. I decide to take up a conversation with the slowly dying night. The wind chimes hanging in my balcony are quite musical, they chime along with the burning end of my fag. The burning end, it burns and slowly calms down, in harmony with my breath. There is a chill in the air, it drives away the sleep that was hidden in my…
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Ziyarat
Tumse rooth jaana, aur phir bhi musalsal tumhe sochna…Aesi hi mohabbat hai humari… “You will search for me one day…desperately, I told him.” He kept on walking…I kept screaming my heart out…telling him of my heart…every piece of it…they spoke his name. My screams tore my throat…my silence was deafening…my tears turned bloody…I started to get blurred …he kept walking. The heart tore itself to…
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Desert’s Song: the last lullaby
Sun, sun sets, sunset…colours…I can taste them all. The sun becomes a hot ring of ember before he dips into the ocean. Copper…or is rust…I can taste the blood of my lips. He flared up…I burned…all because I cared. All because I spoke just two more words than before… all because I said I cared. I should have stayed silent…he is like the night of the desert…soft snoozes of many sounds, ringing…
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The snooze button of the insomniac
1.30 am, I can’t sleep, the moon outside is shinning with all its might. I decide to take up a conversation with the slowly dying night. The wind chimes hanging in my balcony are quite musical, they chime along with the burning end of my fag. The burning end, it burns and slowly calms down, in harmony with my breath. There is a chill in the air, it drives away the sleep that was hidden in my…
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The desert burns
“I crave a love so deep the ocean would be jealous.”——Rumi
So would be my journey towards love… Scorched and burnt, sometimes drenched… I journeyed through the quagmire called love. Seeking…always searching. For that one look which would show me the galaxy of life, the one touch which would rapture the universe in me, one smile that would create new stars in my eyes…one word…just one word , which…
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Sand and puffs.
By the third puff it had begun to rain. It was after a long time that I heard its call consciously, felt it deliberately and sighed. The rain flowed through my tresses, touched my eyelids and sunk through the gap of my lips. I tasted again, after a long time. I was waiting for the song of earth to rise in form of petrichor, until I realised, this was not the first rains. Rain had started a long…
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The mirror speaks...
The mirror speaks…
I cannot be angry. For I am a woman. My anger has no logic. It is not rational; For I am a woman.
I cannot say I am in pain. For I am a woman. “It happens every month. … Your body is meant to go through it. … You can do it.” (what exactly?) My pain is justified. For I am a woman!
I cannot scream, or shout out, Or let out a screech (decorum, maintain it) For I am a woman. “It is only a mad woman who does…
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Letters to Lochinvar (III)
“The evening has a character of its own Lochinvar, the evening sings a different song. This evening sang of my heart’s desire, the colour of it was grey.”
Once again I look out of my window to write a letter to you Dear Lochinvar. It’s been a long day, and the night promises to be longer. As the evening descends on my view through the window, I see the smoke rise from the grounds afar. There…
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Butterfly soul
Every time I look into the mirror, I see the same image.
Of a butterfly, a bright one, coloured with many hues,
Changing colours every time it sits on a different flower.
But then again the sky around it changes too…
The butterfly’s wings, they seem…
Scratched , scorched, sinned .
Teared up, tortured, torched.
The colours are slowly bleeding out of it’s wings,
Falling onto the green grass and…
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Stardust
Your and mine is a difficult story. Why? Because, it is a story of ‘love’. There is no better love, Yet, there is no love which is not difficult. No two words can define it. No words to define our ‘love’. I would call you the sky And myself the earth Which never meets… But the horizon never lets us be separate.
“Where have you been?”, he asked. “I have wandered the earth looking for you, where…
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The Desert’s name
“Just the name, that’s all you need?”
They kept asking me how I survived, all the while I kept chanting his name. Sometimes he was with me like a short spring, one where the sun comes up too fast and melts the first flowers and scatters the dew drops over the blades of grass.
Sometimes he is like the dawn that slowly steps in, and I listen to him breathing along with my heartbeats, and Fajr resou…
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Burning flight Do not mourn my demise. For it was I who refused 'shelter', For it was I who refused 'the Gates of heaven'.
When the desert sings
When the desert sings
He is of my thousand sighs…the birth of my thousand wishes, one of which is my demise…
Shattered stars dotted the sky, and the oceans frothed below, it was one of those nights that were haunted by a silent storm. The mirage of an oasis danced in the desert, and thus in the silence of my storm, with the zephyr lending its music and the sands flowing in swirls , I heard my desert song. Once again…
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Desert song
“ Everyone hears the uttered words, who knows about the silent pain of the heart?…
In the noisy bazaar of words…who will recognise silence…”
The storm was different this time around. It came carrying the desert song. Fumes of scorched mountains floated in its wake and an angry ocean accompanied its song. I was ready to brave this storm. After all I have had many encounters before. But the storm…
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