The moment we are born the clock starts ticking. From then on, our every breath, every moment, every second becomes countable or timed. In fact so great this time is that we go an extra mile to actually celebrate every milestone of our life: birthdays, anniversaries, first day of school, last day of university and so on. But have you ever wondered that this time can be your best friend and also your worst enemy? So, do you give time to time? In other words, if time is spent wisely it acts like your mother-saving you from many troubles. If this time is not used well, then it can out time you. It can either leave you behind or cage you into the worry of the future.
For a long while I had been suppressing my words. My mind exerting perfect control over my pen lest I spill out the words of my heart. This tussle had been going on for too long. Who wins everyone will wonder? Neither heart, nor mind but only seasoned emotions resulting from this tussle.
‘I am not married yet’, he said.
‘This comes as no surprise for me’, she smiled serenely.
He was a little taken aback by her confidence and the ease with which she said. He kept staring at her.
‘You also won’t ever marry’, she said with a far off look in her eyes.
‘Why not?’, he asked.
‘Because your demons won’t ever let you’. She said as if her verdict was final and destined to happen.
‘What demons’? he asked, half amused and half offended.
‘The ones which made you a coward in the face of emotions so pure and forthcoming that you thought you will receive a sting out of it. Only, that sting would have rendered you good’.
With this, she stood up and was about to leave when he helplessly blurted out, ‘What happened when I left’? She laughed and said, ‘Trust me, you don’t want to know’. She suddenly paused, looking sad and whispered ‘I became my own light’, and went away not looking back.
He stared at her vision among the trees and birds flying. He felt a sting. Hope it does him good.
When the radiance of the sun
surges inside your soul
reflecting amongst undefined borders within
until you feel infinite
and become your own light.
You then see Him in every speck around you
the love inside your being not able to contain;
it perspires out and evaporates into your surroundings…
you smile a radiant smile
feeling like a sunbeam
spreading generously across acres of lands.
which spreads across the night like stars
and the essence of the spoken words
like a whirlpool erupting in my heart.
Your laughter captured in every beam
the beam which covers me in golden specks
these specks carry your very presence
your presence which surrounds me like a spotlight
the spotlight then paves a way for me..
Iffat-9th January ‘ 13
Lying wasted in a pool of tears,
Eyes getting blurry with each despair,
The walls around as if silently embracing,
And the silence soaking up all the fears.
Walking around the room in tiny steps,
Then seeing one’s image in the mirror ahead,
The reflection dumbly staring back at you,
The eyes speaking vloumes of thoughts unsaid.
Turning away and looking within,
And lying curled up in the revelations of the heart,
The soul slowly wisps apart..
The mist of the morning air
The peaceful aura of the sleeping city
The stillness all around
Which makes your breath feel numbered.
The window of one’s soul open
And the sun rising in one’s eyes…