Tangled thoughts

He was drenched in sweat, the eye-blinding rays of the sun were too much to take for that little body of 8 years and he felt like he is walking on fire. He thought this might be what it is like in hell if he ends up doing so much haraam things. he held his ummi's salwar tighter and tried to walk as close to her as possible like Ummi said because it was very crowded and he could get easily lost. His little tummy was screaming with hunger but he was mature enough to not complain because he knew even Ummi didn't have anything for a day when he got to have a bun today morning. She didn't have work for so many days and they had to gather whatever they had to buy a bun for him and his 3-year-old sister, Dua.  the policemen were trying to move all of them to aside from the road by shoving their lathi mercilessly at them like what a shepherd does to his cattle. the sun above their head was getting brighter and brighter making it hard for shouku to look up. he walked further with h...

you were like the warmth of sun in winter, an profound apricity you words peered into my heart like the rays of sun and lit that place with hope. you listened to my mournful tales and asked me to stay brave. and I'll always remember your mellifluous voice that bought me immense rejoice. i will love you forever my precious you'll always be my happy place. but time has come to let our hugging arms loose to halt the the fierce tides of our love because neither of us cant afford get loose in that ocean again. we got miles go, and different rails to follow, before we decease with pain but always remember that you will forever be my favorite renaissance of rain. 

They got into a taxi. She looked at him and smiled briefly. Both of them were nervous and excited at the same time because it was their first official date. They had all the 1dhs coins and 10 dhs notes that they saved for this day with them. She couldn't stop smiling and he couldn't stop staring at her childlike happy face. They got down at Qasbah. That place is always lit beautifully, but that day she felt like all the city lights were lit just for the two of them. Though June is a humid climate in Dubai, the nights always have this cold breeze flowing from the deserts and his hair danced along with that wind. they went to the magical part of Qasbah. The bridge with a little stream beneath it with tiny boats was lit with fairy lights. There couldn't be anything more magical than watching him on that bridge, and behind him, Qasba all socked in golden light. they sat there and talked for a while about how he could get beaten up so badly if her family finds out that she sn...

Her face seemed very lost in her thoughts. I could feel from her eyes that she was trying to connect all the dots of her thoughts to finally make sense of it and talk about it. her foot was restlessly tapping to the nervous rhythm of her mind. and she finally spoke "you know what, I wish if I could shed layers of me like snakes and be myself. it's like everyone has this idea of me when they hear my name. it drives me crazy and I don't want to exist in that bubble of an idea they have created for the identity I own".  she said this in a tensed tone. I couldn't make much of it as she always talks about things like this without head or tail. she does tell me things, yet she is very unknown to me. "What's wrong hon ?" I asked." "I don't know dude. its this pressure from people, society, responsibilities, expectations. it's like I have to run in this unknown race with everyone, nobody has any idea why we are doing so and to what or a...

Some people are like wind  they happen just like that, they are always there, everywhere. you wouldnt know their arrival and departure. they just brushes across your soul and moves on, and so will you. Some people are like thunder they are magnificently beautiful and scary at the same time. they love you hard and so does you which gives them the power to shatter you down their arrival is very sound and departure might leave you stunned and some are like rain they happen to you when you least expect it. they water your soul and makes the flowers bloom they washes away your yesterdays and creates pleasant days they wet your soul, your body, your mind as if preparing you for greater things that is to happen they arrive and calms your heart that was all dried out and slowly the heavy shower turns into a drizzles, and they are gone. leaving behind so many happy moments and the the flower that they caused to grew. dedicated to this person who is my happy place, you ...

intha kulir kataale en meniyum kuliruthu en viralgal unne unnara thavikuthu intha iravin irul en idayathilum nirayuth vaanathil nachathiragal enakaaga anuthapathai unarkirath antha nal en madiyil amarth paduthapothu ni enna sonnen endru ninaivil irukkirgala ? "naam iruvarum selvom kanmaniye miga arumayana innoru ulagam uruvakuvom ange naaam mattume namathu kadithagal mattume namathu kadhakal mattune nam swasikum kaatru mattume nam kaanum kankulla kazhchi matrume vaanam, nilav, nachathiram, suryan ellaame namathu kdhal paathu poramai pedum vekkathai vittu nlavum nachathiragalodu athin kadhalai sollum"  ni sonna antha varthaigal ippodhum en  kaadhil oru isaipol innum kekuthe nan en kayagal solli un kaiyyil oru kulanthaye pol azhuthapodhu enne ni epdi aarutal peduthinar endru njyavagam irukiya ? "Un kayyagal ellaame en maarbil nan etrukolkiren ni oru vasandhamaai intha mannil viriya vendum unnil vazhiyum thenae naan oru vanndayi rasika vendum...

I am laying here on my bed Exhausted of carrying these around  so i let my sorrows crawl out of me  And now they are staring at me.  Reminding me of the times when  I couldn’t talk my feelings out And now all those feelings and  Words seems to be dried out in drought  Reminding me of the times when   i was confused and so i pushed away people  And now i wish if i had someone to Hear me out while we sit under the maple  Reminding me of times when I missed out chances at life because  Of fear, doubt and what not And here i’m, wishing if I could  run away from the miseries i have caused.  Stare at me for as long as  you want my friends.  Oh yeah, i called you friend because everyone leaves but not you, my melancholic friends. Now crawl back into me Let me resume my journey  Let me carry the weight of you Until my knees are weak and back hurts  ...

I have always known you,  my life revolves around you. Yet you are so gracefully  unfamiliar to me. I don’t know about your teenage dreams or about the days in your house by the stream I dont know if you had  cried yourself to sleep, I don’t know if your heart have any wounds that are so deep. I don’t know the story of  your scars. I dont know whether as a child, you loved to see the sky full of stars  I don’t know if i’ll ever get to know you completely  I dont know any of secrets, Dreams or your story.  But i do know that your  heart is a garden of love, the flowers blooms everyday, Forever for me Forever for me.  *mom*