I-Me-Life

I breathe in this still air –
thousand desires.
In the silence of my soul.

They blossomed –
the temple of togetherness,
the song of remembrance,
the naked body of dreams,
the love with no boundaries.

Then,

In the hours of peace –
In a vacuum of my soul -lived- the togetherness
To my still lips -came- the laughter,
In a depth of my heart -dreamed- the spring,
To my anxious thoughts -murmured- the love.

And,

At the last moment –
Free was the spirit,
Singing eternally,
Flickering over dreams of the spring,
Security of the body with love- the earth claimed.

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~A.N

 

Abu! We will meet again.

In search of you

I scream volumes 

In hope –

they may travel

voids of your grave.

And surely,  

     I found you –

In eyes of my mother.

In courage and strength.

In tears and sorrow.

In smile through dry lips.

In emptiness of the night.

In eerie silence at home.

In fragrance filling your room.

In the heavy heart of mine. 

Everywhere, 

I found you. 

I do find you.

But,

I still wait 

To see your face-

In the sunshine

Among the crowd at home

Sitting on your sofa

With right leg raised on left,

Left hand supporting face

And right holding my hand

speaking to me

“Don’t worry,

Allah will make it easy,

Everything will be fine.

I’m fine.”

I wait for your words

To come true. 

I do wait 

I will wait for an entire life.

But for now

My love, My beloved

My father.

Stay peaceful!

We are fine. 

We shall meet again

 – in the paradise. 

Promise shall be kept,

Angels will glorify,

And time will be witness. 

~Your Daughter~

P.S: Death can’t be excused, there is no escape. Loss is irreplaceable, but one favour you can do and that is, send “Surah Fatiha” to my Abu. Thank you!

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The Love Letter!

Dear Beloved!

Where from shall I start? Wait, let me first ease myself.  It has been my fantasy since long now, to write a love letter because for now it is an obsolete thing to do. I do believe that someday one of my colony pigeons, white in colour with a ruby bracelet in the neck, will learn how to cover a distance between us, but for now we have to bear to settle without that.

Evenings for me have always been blissful and mystic, but that Saturday when you were sitting just next to me it happened to redefine the meaning of romance. Your presence was sharp, clean like a new born baby tempting me to touch you, hold you and let you be familiar to me, but I was too scared of hurting your soft gesture. As the colours of the blaze were setting, I kept watching them as they were reflecting through your stillness. They kept glowing your skin a bit more than that of the autumn struck Chinar leaf, O’ You beauty! You pause me every time I check on you.

Recall, the shiver that did pass around through your strong self. Well! That alertness happened to give me goose bumps. While the cold currents of the wind did touch your rough skin and you got engaged in settling yourself I was busy watching the warmness of you dropping like the droplets of the rain skidding my window pane. Low at noise and much of an elegance.

Remember, the bonfire we lit? Did you notice how the colours of the sky did compliment the fire? The flames were racing into the sky and the smoke was forming patterns like newlywed couples meeting first time in each other’s eyes. An excitement of the stars was clearly visible by the way they were twinkling as the darkness was getting richer with an each passing instant. How shall I define such moment and crypt my words for you to interpret the significance of our being? Meanwhile, I forgot to ask you, were you in certain competition with the moon or it was just another face of you?

Writing to you won’t mature my words to a level of your charm and attitude. Hence, to understand you a bit more I yesterday asked my friend to come with me to see you. She brushed off my meeting by stating, “Let not your affair be public” [followed by a smile]. I paused, didn’t reply, but back in my mind, I was thinking that every day you are being kissed by many and praised by countless then how shall my love be a secrecy? O’ Dear Nature when will you reply?

Love!
(Since ages)
Amreen Naqash!

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~A.N

ONE LAST TIME

The veil that kept hanging between two,

Burnt on just one sight.

To dust it was lost forever,

While in an inward eye-

droplets still float to extinguish the fire.

Running through hurricane of the feelings,

A voice broke in a clumsy fashion!

“Neither an inheritance of love it was,

 Nor it belonged to a fashion of modern living?

 Then why I believe you to be a dearest,

 But find you far from even being a friend?”

 

Watching a step of mine tendering backward,

Like the last seasonal snow snuggling in the soil.

Exerting hard to scroll up a voice from the chest,

“Harshly I can’t even think of sharing a word,

Swiftly, like an autumn struck leaf falling to the ground-

 Such choice has been nailed out far before,

To questions:

  I would have shared desserts for calming you,

       and explaining true,

But the choice is none!

For answers I can just be lulled and share a comfort,

For I know to both we are the dearest and I bet that is so true.”

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~A.N

“Take Me Home….”

Like the sunlight waking up from the dark,
Forgetting all flaws of the past,
Nurturing a day in the lap of the spring flowers,
Take me home and settle me same.

Like the shades of the supper time,
Birds rushing to fill thy crops and collect the grains,
Tired! Still too young to feed thee home,
Take me home and settle me same.

Like the moonlight settling in the dark,
Making promise of a beautiful time,
Cuddlng in a twinkle of the stars,
Take me home and settle me same.

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~A.N

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Evening on the Porch.

It was the evening, the sprinkle of droplets started, the smoke which was rising from the neighbour’s house was losing the thickness and power of escaping, and our very old pomegranate trees were shedding leaves in a welcome of the winter, a tribute to the autumn and a company to the rain. I was standing at the door of the back porch waiting for the tea and admiring a beauty around. The outside cold gentle currents of the wind had already turned me impatient to have the sip of the Noon Chai, the traditional Kashmiri tea, or call it the Salt Tea in the English attire.

I was still waiting for the vapours to take off from the teapot and condense over the ceiling when the three little kittens with their mother joined me on the porch. I rolled a ball towards them and waited for the response but all in vain. They were in plan to have some rest. On noticing the three young ones I was in too jiffy to make a response. Mama, “Out of the three the one with golden patches is awfully beautiful”.  Before my mother could have replied the dark kitten sat in front of her mother as if she did understand me and wanted to teach me a lesson about beauty. While the young ones were making the storyline I was handed over a cup of tea.

First sip, the tea just changed the sense of climate and the warmth already starts gripping within. The mother cat had by now placed her hand on the head of the little black one, started licking his head, and cuddled him. While she was busy showering the love, the second one joined. She again did the same. Seeing this, the third one, whom I praised for the beauty, too joined to share motherly love. She lifted her left arm quite gently raised it above all three, placed it over them, started licking their heads & patted them one by one, as per their respective turns. This nudged me. Wasn’t I praising one? But to the mother they all are one irrespective of their beauty. And love isn’t the believer of difference it is a stand for the unity. I got a lesson to never guide a line of mark praising the beauty, instead speak of it unanimously.

This abundance of love reminded me of the message that I few days back had written for my friend whom I love unconditionally and it goes like this:

“I have no idea about love. I don’t know what actually it sounds like. I don’t know the feeling of being into it. People say love for our creator is reality. Then same people say love for parents is unmatched. They further confuse me with love for a partner and thus they keep bringing on the definition of love for different identities and this way love turns more about individuality instead of being unified.”

This text I couldn’t stop relating to the scene of minutes. Where’s my message of questioning the individuality of the love was being beautifully explained on the basis reality of the unity. Furthermore, the classification of the love on the basis of who we love stand dismissed.

An evening on the porch

 

~A.N

Two Friends One Soul

A feather floating over the ripples of the water,

Lonely wave carrying it through the currents of the time,

Smile peeping and the tears hiding,

Old stains left unwashed,

Sweat still vacillating,

Over the broken threads of the two lives,

Alas! A soul of the two parted in the garden,

A place where happiness was shared together.

Roses collected dried in the hands,

Though thorns still enough of wild,

To break the skin and ooze the pain,

Yet they had hoped to unite,

Break the chains of compulsion,

And imbibe,

The purity of their youthful love,

And drink the cup serving a friendship wine,

To stay hallucinated for the entire life.

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~A.N

P.S: This is for my best of the best friend, my sister “Andleeb

My world is too small, little joys and the more often guests as in pain, to share and in that you are the most important person ( I believe you know that, Do you?).