This blog is about the everyday lives of Pakistani Women - not the sensational ones of suppressed, battered women, but normal lives, with regular urban issues and concerns - surprizingly similar to lives of many many women all across the world.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Random
Random friends
With laughter in their eyes
Across a table
Comfort
In the randomness
Random conversations
Between to-be lovers
Inter-laced fingers
Anything other than random
Seems inappropriate
Random kisses
With still-strangers
At the beach
With sea salt on their lips
Anything other than random
Is obsolete
While labels define
Randomness
Gives ease
Of letting things be
In the sweetness of now
(Karachi, March 2012)
Random
Random friends
With laughter in their eyes
Across a table
Comfort
In the randomness
Random conversations
Between to-be lovers
Inter-laced fingers
Anything other than random
Seems inappropriate
Random kisses
With still-strangers
At the beach
With sea salt on their lips
Anything other than random
Is obsolete
While labels define
Randomness
Gives ease
Of letting things be
In the sweetness of now
The Great Love Story
It has come to me as a rude shock
that you are the great love story of my life
You're also the reason
there is a open cavity in my chest
Like a tree was pulled from it
It took many restless years
Many ardent reassuring encouters
That the memory faded
And breathing became lighter
And
Then
Across a crowded room
I see you
My heart flutters
I realise
My eyes have searched for you
All this time
It is you
The Great Love Story of my life
Etched across
My tired heart
with a blunt blade
(Karachi, Dec 2011)
My Picture of Dorian Grey
When you look in my eyes
You smile
For you think you see
A reflection of yourself in my eyes
Of the way you were, all those years ago
It saddens me but
No longer I see my beloved in your face
Your skin is sallow
With countless random indulgences
Your mouth droops at the corners
With the aftermath of meaningless pursuits
Your eyes are lidded
with excess of forgotten lovers
You are my picture of Dorian Grey
Once so beautiful
So captivating
Such that my heart would stop beating when I looked at you
But now......
I wil not tell you My Dearest
for I have loved you too well, too long
I will not tell you My Love,
May the gods be kind
And you go on forever
As the picture of perfection
You always believed yourself to be
(London, July 2011)
Frozen Kodak Moments)
You
Sitting across the table
Smiling at me
with eyes brimming with the newness
of Us
Click!
Me
With stars in my eyes
beaming back
with fire works of joy in my heart
at You
Click!
You are the sweetest love I have known
Breathless, exciting and terribly innocent
I have frozen snippets of my time with you
Which i keep under my secret pillow
And ever so often take them out and
my lips curve upwards involuntarily
at a sweet or sexy memory
You
Me
Forever sweet
In frozen kodak moments
(London, April 2011)
Talk No More
Please dont ask me my favorite colour,
Actor, book, song, place
Dont chat to me about the weather
Or the movie you saw
I like you
But please,
Must you want to talk to me
Must you try to read more behind my smile
than what you see
Must you poke your nose
in my mind, in my heart
(London, Jan 2011)
Conversations, my Sweet
Are highly over-rated
And very tiring
But if you want to hold my hand
It is yours
If you want to kiss me
My lips are yours
If you let me take a moment of quiet peace
In the comfortable nook of your neck
I am yours
But ask not to look into my soul in return
It is not a theme-park you can visit
to marvel at the
The Grotesque and the Magnificent there
No
It is not for you to see
When you can have all else,
why do you still want to talk to me?
Friday, January 14, 2011
The Disappearing Kiss
Your eyes still sparkle
That haven still exists in your arms
Everything is familiar
But Lover,
It’s been too long. It is too late
I no longer melt at your glance
My heart races not
At the brandy tones in your voice
The ache in my soul has dulled to a sweet mellowness
No, I don’t yearn for your skin anymore
When you are near
There is no urge to reciprocate the kiss
I see in your eyes
Lover,
I will kiss you if you want
But your kiss will evaporate on my lips
It will touch not my heart or roar in my heartbeats
It will enter not my blood or sing in my veins
like it once so fiercely did
So do you still want
My disappearing kiss?
.
That haven still exists in your arms
Everything is familiar
But Lover,
It’s been too long. It is too late
I no longer melt at your glance
My heart races not
At the brandy tones in your voice
The ache in my soul has dulled to a sweet mellowness
No, I don’t yearn for your skin anymore
When you are near
There is no urge to reciprocate the kiss
I see in your eyes
Lover,
I will kiss you if you want
But your kiss will evaporate on my lips
It will touch not my heart or roar in my heartbeats
It will enter not my blood or sing in my veins
like it once so fiercely did
So do you still want
My disappearing kiss?
.
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