The Meaning of Sufism

The precious tones which linger even when the lyrics are gone .. Give it a listen, to all Sufi lovers . . .
One of my personal Favorites.

- Latikaa 

Pet Moments :)

On her 21st Birthday in the City (Times Square) !! The times of sheer gaiety and joy. Such exact moments might not happen again, but I am sure that better ones would always be welcomed. For you - 

    “A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.” 

― Elbert Hubbard

                                                         

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The times of all randomness in our perverted minds; to mess around and just be the most awkward species for the time being. Oh its us ! When we click ourselves in any goddamn situation from being the very best to the ugly looking ones (just saying). But 'You' being so precious counts. Even if it is in the trial rooms of the clothing stores. Oops. 

“You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. I treasure each side, just as I have treasured our life together.” 
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

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Oh these times i really do miss. When you used to come to my house for homeworks and your essay corrections. And half of the time we used to waste making videos and clicking shots of each other. The real moments of happiness when friendship won at its best. You sucked at making me serious for your work and always cracked me up with your hilarious essay formats. Oh Noor Darling, how do i get over these cute moments? 

P.S- You will succeed in English some day with my help. LOL 

For you - 

“Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” 

― A.A. Milne

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Oh God!! Remember this? This was one of our craziest days we have ever had you stupid fellow. Look at your monkey poses and jackie chan splits lol. Near Hudson river when we sat and took endless pics with kids around us bugging. Huh ! Wattaa dayy maa girl.. I miss it to be honest. Our retardness has no limits for sure. But Thanks for being a part of it from top to bottom. :* 

“If you have good friends, no matter how much life is sucking , they can make you laugh.” 

― P.C. Cast

:)

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This was on 4th Feb, Shakti's bday. One of those clubbing nights we had, woahhh.. More than just dope! Our sexiness flowing through our dresses and our cravings for capturing the gone moments. Noor, you make all special. Even though you are a girl, you are more like my boyfrrrriend.. Sheesh I freaking cherish you girl. And your insane jolly molly times. Again! 

"True friends party even when they get apart" 

- Latikaa 

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14th October Kutti. Remember this day. 2012, October. This was when we had celebrated my 20th. I have never had those fun instants. Especially a person like me who doesn't really get all high for birthday parties. Blahh.. But thanks though for making it special in bits with rest two retards of mine <3

Love you holly molly much. 

“If you have two friends in your lifetime, you're lucky. If you have onegood friend, you're more than lucky.” 

― S.E. Hinton

[I guess I am more than lucky, smiles**]

The Major junctures have been detailed up there. Rest refreshing moments are not installed in my memory for now. I love you, you bloody fatty head. You afghan ass is sexier than your face and your eyes are mashallah one of a kind. Muah!! 

  © Latika Sareen

                          

Dark Hunger

Somedays,

In the middle of the nights,

I tend to stay up,

Dreaming of you with wide open eyes

And my hair straightly entangled in loops

Printing with my dainty hands,

S Heart V

Wanting to be intimate with the one living soul

Among all heartless ones,

And that is when I plant a kiss on my pillow

Thinking of you in profound Silence

Speculating if you will ever replace my pillow on the same bed of mine

With Coffee brown bed sheets and the flower patterns in sea green color

With me over you,

or Maybe

'All' Over you . . . Now,

I shut my eyes. Lets take it ahead.

© Latika Sareen

Another Chapter with him . YAY

He was back on February 8, 2013 to me. We finally thought of making another chapter with some refreshing memories. I don't know how ideal was I in a relationship with him. But when he finally got back to me, I was  at ease with a blunt smile deep down inside. It was a pleasure mixed with rage and a fuss. Yes yes yes, I did blow up at him a little; uttering some swollen words. But, in the end he never wanted me to leave. We have been a part of each other from exactly 4 years now. How could we walk away from one another when we were present in the bounces of anxiety and jubilation. I do not know if I would be able to put up with the distance again. Nevertheless I could just say one thing that I have loved you the most in 21 years. Like MENTALLY, LITERALLY, PHYSICALLY . . And any other form ending in 'ly'.

O boy ! "You have also been my infinite desire and a rare devotion". We have also had tiffs and clashes regarding something or the other. Mostly, misinterpretations. But I think when we have actually deeply and firmly needed to confess that we are not made for each other. We have surpassed that with a lively gesture. No matter how many months we have between us . . We know that the feeling of being starved for one another wouldn't go anytime. I have accepted that no one else would love me as you. No one else would desire me as you. The 'n' no. of times when I have tried leaving you behind, you have held me back . . . requesting and making up to all the blunders and unsatisfactory signals. I confess that I do not NEED you by my side but I heart you with all my inner warmth and substance. You know we don't address each other with the fancy tags of : Baby, Jaan, Darling, Munchkin and what not. Love still is there, and it is very much mature in our sense. I believe so.

There are no SOONS AND LATERS in our love story. Regardless all, we have to bump into each other and have a filmy twist with glares and everything. You know what I mean, Sweetheart. Since we have begun on this new chapter again, I would wanna tell you one thing directly that : "I love you more than any other emotion I have ever had any mental encounter with. There is a craving as a wolf's prey in me. To be found and played by you. Touched, cuddled, kissed, made love to, breathed, inhaled and blah. There is no ending to my levitating illusions filled with you. This cordial emotion of living in your romanticism will be alive for times now in my wits".

Love you
Again - Your sour lover!

© Latika Sareen

Borrow me , for a lifetime

Beloved,

I wanna have a day with you

where we could knit our fables,

blend our histories

and laugh over nonfiction phases of our dramatic romance

I wanna sit with you, 

on the edge of the cliff

and breathe in slightly

expressing my tenderness to the sky, absorbing 

your blows and weaving our 

completed yesterdays with wet kisses

Arjun Kamath Photography

I wanna dance with you

in the most unromantic way

so you could inhale the 'real me'

featuring my child side and a woman on the same
with a roar. 

I wanna have you on the sofa by me

brushing around my ear blades

and whispering wordlessly on my neck

with your gasp

consoling me with utmost pleasure to be yours.

I wanna ask you to marry me for once

as i have been through nothing so heavenly before

as you occur so none

with a limit of nothing and pleasure of your love 

inside me and out.

Give me a moment of sheer gaiety

have me called Mrs. Smirth ,

adorn me with your concern 

in a dress melted in your pleasure

to be worn by me..

To have me live by you 

with a child of our own,

lets dream tonight . 

Just you and

me

And a carpet of blood red roses

You make me walk on.

Amen.

Cheers.

© Latika Sareen

Talafuz mohabbat ka . .

Chuke dekho,
wahin hain hum
jise chahne ki tamanna thi tumhari

dilnashin raaton ka lamha tumhara

behti nadi ka nagma

jaise ek pal ho

aur dusre pal me jhonke ki tarah 

udta milein

jaise mohabbat se tere nashe me
doobe chalein
be intehaan, be parwah
bas ek sur ko sunte sunte guzar jana

ki janasheen dilo ki

zindagi ka raag likhne chalein ho

pyar me behke..

© Latika Sareen

Murmur of an Empty Soul - Sick "us"

23 January, 2002

Dear 'You' ,

This was the day when I had walked away from you, cutting off every relation and intimacy I had shared, 

Ever.

Do you recall the times of your disorder? I get goosebumps when I have to remind you what you had done with 'us'. Your 'n' number of mood disorders; your awful attitude towards me; the moments of mere distress and dejection . . Do you remember all this? How wouldn't you? You impaired me; my soul. How wouldn't you hence recall all the monstrous times of your own? That was the day and the date when I had made a decision to leave you as a bare character in my life and not be affected by your presence. Infact, that was the sole day of me realizing that 'you were sick'. Sick Mentally as well as Emotionally ! No you have never had no sentiments for women, but not taking that in consideration, we were 'Us'. We had a relation which certainly I gave up on. Only because, you.were.sick.

Sigh. 

We were a couple before. Remember? And now, we are plain outsiders. As if we have abandoned the hearty place in each other which we called, 'Home'. Not even knowing if you physically exist on this planet, I am writing this to myself. Somewhere, deep down around the core of my heart's vessel, I feature that love was present between us during that era. Yah, era because I am failing to extract the very last time I saw your shadow. I am unable to concentrate on the last text of yours, which said, "I think I am getting bored of you, or maybe falling for you in an uncanny manner, I can't decide. I ll go. Or should I"?
Following your bizarre notions with an unset mind, I had to drop down to the closure. At first it was a plain word for 'humor'. However then I replaced that with a solemn charge of your illness.

You used to hit me; thrash me; throw over your nasty times full of attitude; getting back to me without any complaints; getting away from me; being normal one second and reverse the other. . . OH! There is what not to chatter about? Hearing that an ill man is no less than a curse . . Your mood disorders were no less than heart pounding intervals for me. . I have tried to get over your presence, but I succeeded. I am sated with the life I am living on right now. At least its away from the mindless combats we have had because of your mood effects. I am married with 3 kids. But even then, there is a hope to see you or grow old with you in near future. I don't know how you would have been. It has been 20 years and I haven't inspected your dusk. I hope you are out from the hospital you were lastly submitted in for 7 months to be treated for your disorder.

We stand nowhere in each other's lives, yet I hope to see that actual beam on your face you had missed 20 years ago. I just hope you have been cured and living humanly unbroken. I - I am just sick here, waiting for my mind to return from the trip of 20 years of past. So that I feel the present again. My kids who are without a mother's shelter mentally, they .. . . . . they need me. Look, we suffered . .
Get well soon Roahl, get me well soon when you gain conscious. I think you are not here, yet you are. I don't know. My brain bothers me. I need help. I need you. Will you come? Please?

Sigh.

22 March, 2022.
Me.

© Latika Sareen