Write me Pure

You were the star 

People hoped on

Mothers and children would

Pray your sanctity 

To be like you,

Is my only ride

To follow you,

Would be heck of a pride.

Write me down

If you can in a few

Slip the words,

Breathe the dew

Kiss me lemonade

Kiss the poetry

Analyze my arrival

And I will conquer the 

World.

Fly by music

Not hearing a word

Dance on the tunes 

Which are the weirdest

Fall in love with the nature so serene

Laugh all along in 

One breath. 

Write along with 

All the other

Smile and write

The one that doesn't make sense 

For it will make sense to you

The world wouldn't pay

For the curve on your face

So light it up,

And be the craze.

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SIX FOXES

'Sometimes I feel like you have no end to the uncanny arguments.'  I said.

'Well Mr.Rogers, Why don't, you effin leave me then?' She said aggravated by her own tone.

'Babe, you have no clue what you are doing to yourself. I can't see you hurting me and yourself as days passes by. Why can't you just tell me what has been wrong with you from past few months. All I am asking is the reason for your intrusive behavior. Please. Let me help you. I love you.'

'Enough. Stop your gibberish. Leave me alone. Just move, dammit. Why did I even concur to marry you. You are a fool. Oh no! Maybe I am, to have you talking here. Nonsense!'

At times she never knew what she had ended up exclaiming. I was not able to recognize her puzzled side. Was there something bothering her from past few days? Or was it me just annoying the heck out of her after 10 years of marriage? I couldn't say anything except consoling my inner self, that 'she is just going through a phase of disconnection. Give her time, and she will show me the best love ever required.'

At times, she would not sleep at all. And at times, she would sleep for two days straight without a say. There were moments, when she used to wake up disturbed and would start painting the faces of a fox without using the brushes or a bright color palette.

I had also seen her smirking to herself while painting the foxes using her dirty hands mixed with chalk and black ink.

'Babe, are you okay? Lets make love. I haven't felt you in a decade. Let me rewind your troubles' I mustered courage to ask her in the middle of the night.

While being busy in her chore, she used to blabber a kind of mantra which gave her strength to seek revenge on something she was trying to conceal.

'Arghhhhhh. Marry the night
                     Or let it go
                     You can't screw my light
                     Fucked up the glow. 
                     I won't tolerate this, I won't I l show
                    The way you screwed me up 
                    Was hell a globe.' She kept blabbering this while painting the gawky faces.

I sat down, watched her non-stop, incompetent to help but see her suffer. She still wouldn't say anything to me. I had started to fall apart now. All my efforts were in vain. Then one night she tried to confess something.

'Bruce.' she murmured while lying in the bed

'Yes huny, do you need anything?' Water? Food? Blankets?

'Umm. No. Umm. I mean, ummm I don't know. I am confused.'

'Confused about what huny? Please tell me what is it that's bothering you.'

'Bruce. I am torn.'

'Torn? Umm I did not get you love. What do you mean by torn?'

'You ask me right if I am okay. Or if I need medical help.'

'Eh. Yea babe. Go on.' I said, disturbed.

'They used to wear the masks of the foxes. Six of those. I....I.' She tried to speak while weeping.

'Yea?'

'They were foxes Bruce. I did not know how to react. They tore me apart. They took me far. Very far.'

Hearing this, I hadn't known how to submit my reactions to her.

'They did not hear me once. They just kept scratching my chastity. They didn't let me go. They did not care if I was alive or dead. Six of those foxes. No names. No known resemblances. I don't know where I was supposed to be that day. They stabbed every inch of mine with their claws. I am gone. Long gone seeking vengeance from my own self. I am not alive Bruce. Inside of me, there is a dead soul who can't be revived. Six of those. I can't think. H...e....l....p..........B..ru...' She was fainting while saying all this.

And she passed out unconscious. My face had turned blue hearing all of her talks. I got up.

'Valerie...Valerie...Val..Oh my god. What do I do? Val..Please get up. You can't just leave me out of the blue and end us here. Val..please. Don't do this. I will die without you. Don't leave me alone.'
 I lamented while trying to wake her up from the state she had gone into.

But she was gone. Gone to be amidst the stars. Be free. To not seek revenge but free herself from the bondage of the animals she had been surrounded with. To feel herself in her own community of peace. To live within no limits. To have a peaceful life. She died with pain inside of her. She had gone for all of this. I was left solitary.  Once again. She left me to free her from the restrictions of the society, love, family. Everything she was considered a part of.

And she was to me, a form of true love. Who was tormented to not live.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Wailing, sobbing, felt like a part of me was gone with her. When I heard a sudden voice which said : 'Six of those. No names. No resemblances. They were the FOXES.'

JOY.LOVE.FOREVER.

It was just a moment of love

the life was all about

the ifs and games

we played around with each other. 

I knew I was concealing the utter 

differences we had 

But I wanted to believe in the

mysterious love story

the dark and bitter sides of you

the way that a smell of coffee lingers

is the way your smell had melted on my stole.

Kiss me once,

I kiss you twice

let the world know tonight

that we can't be messed with

let the world know

that we are made of

care

sympathy

desperation

ecstasy

joy

and

organs of us.

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Parayi Dosti

Inhi baaton ke charche hum ne kiye the

Jinse pyar ka rukh pura hua hai

Dar se darke bhi na dare hum

Tune usi ehsaas ko fir zinda kiya hai..

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Khwab hai toh kya

Pura to hona hi hai

Jeeke bhi jo na jeete hum

Aisa rona hi hai

Dost nahi woh ko kehte hai ye

Ke pass na rahenge 

Marne par hum

Khwab hi sahi, kya karega unka

Jo therey na tere sang har kadam.

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Melted Breath

I wander around to search for you

to catch your breath as ever before

mix in your symphony like a melody.

The melody so saccharine; 

you couldn't resist

the time of love 

you couldn't persist.

I miss your smell, the taste of your breath,

the silky hair with a boundless touch of me

Let us connect on a note of difference again

Let us make the difference "one"

Let us wander in a form of intimacy

that a touch lasts in form of none. 

Let us breathe...

Breathe alone.

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Urdu Musings

Roothi hai woh, hum manane chale hain

zindagi ke dorahey mitaane chale hain

kehte the who ki waqt sab badal dega

puch aaj humse khuda

Kis tarah uske gamo ko apnane chale hain... ____________________________________________________________________

Woh jeena hi kya jo mar mar ke ho, (2)

Woh maut hi kya jisme pyar ka elm nahi... 

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Pyar se to kehte hain kashtiyaan mil sakti hain,

shiddat se karo to khuda bhi gawah hoga... 

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Evermore. .

I have been in love more than once,

but everytime it happened it was unreal. 

Until a moment struck me so hard that you

were a part of my presence. It had made me 

come alive out of a stiff shell. You taught me how

to love, how to be a part of someone you love,

how to be poetic in the junction of a touch. 

Sometime then I felt that today is perhaps the

time I have lived most part of my life in a pristine

aspect. Seeing you was a matter of time, loving you 

was just more than what love together really is. 

you are my fortune; the devotion. And oh have I 

mentioned the men who got the real feelings unreal?

Maybe the only thought I would want to be a part of

is you. Maybe that is the only notion which should be

mortal. You are surreal. I knew what flying in the sky 

felt like. It was what the dream was about. Love, love, love, 

which became the core of my heart and I only yearned 

for more. I had imagined such love and fervency only 

in the flicks, where the man was the only soul a woman carried.

But when I bid you farewell today, a volcano erupted

in some part of the world in a disguise claiming to be 

dead without your contiguity.

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