Autumn and Spring

She paused. He resumed. She was speechless. He offered explanations. She expected the best. He prepared for the worst. She was ignorant. He reciprocated kindness. She was the aura of Autumn. He believed her to be the glory of Spring. In this delusional world of calamity and hypocrisy, she knew he’d bow down to her altar every single day with faith in his heart, desire in his soul, light in his eyes and a prayer on his lips. She knew him to be an absolute non-believer before he began worshipping her inevitably invincible flaws. While he was merely a sculpture made from clay and sent to Earth, it was her that breathed life into his soulless existence. She was his religion, his temple and the dawn of hope serving as an anchor for his bruised soul drenched in sin and sorrow.

She thought to herself if the Lord would detest her for letting His creation believe in the apparent mightiness of another flawed being. However, her demons roared louder than the voice of her conscience, “Didn’t the Lord Himself proclaim that those who worship others do so albeit in an improper way?”

He had unknowingly found the will of his heart while she had found yet another prey.

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The taste of love, I tell you, is lethal.


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All of you

Your love inspires me to paint all the different shades of my life on the canvas of your heart. I build the castles of my dreams in your arms. I carve my eternity within your existence. I see rainbows shining in your enchanting eyes. I taste hope when I kiss the rhythm off your musical lips. I feed on your laughter to see the dark night transform itself into bright morning light. I savor the passion with which you embrace me in your eloquent poetry. I breathe in your love to experience myself growing inside you. I gather that with your presence in my life, there will be no endings: either second chances or brand new beginnings. You and I are not the work of destiny; we are the power of choice.

I choose to consume you – all of me consuming all of you.

Humanity Disaster

I am a human and I am prone to making mistakes. I quarrel with my partner just before I go to bed. I fail to realize that I might never wake up to apologize. I take my mother for granted and I can never do justice to the love, care and respect she deserves yet I never try. I fail to recognize the sheer magic of her presence in my life. I gossip and spread rumours for merely self-pleasure. I fail to understand the irrevocable damage caused. I am too much of an egotistic to apologize even if I am at fault. I fail to see that contentment sprouts out of generosity. I am not careful with my tongue and words. I fail to appreciate their ability to influence the minds and hearts. I judge when I don’t have the right to. I fail to comprehend that I don’t have to be like the rest. I blame the system when the change demands my actions. I fail to acknowledge the power within me.

I am a human and I am prone to regret. I usually realize the value of the blessings in my life after I have lost them. Why do I have to believe in the theories proposed by the society when I have the power to think and differentiate between the right and wrong? Why am I accused of being ‘crazy’ when I think out of the box? Why is it that when I die, the same craziness becomes literature and philosophy? It startles me how a person doesn’t have the courage to resolve unsettled issues in their lifetime but he considers it important to be a part of the funeral of a friend who he hasn’t spoken to in the past two decades. It frightens me how we enjoy the ideology of freedom of speech when it concerns our motives and opposes the same ideology when our beliefs are threatened. We distinguish ourselves from others on the basis of religion, culture, invisible geographical boundaries, wealth, ethnicity, social status, political ideology and etc. However, why do we never emphasize more on what brings us together than what divides us? It scares me how we have been too absorbed with classifying ourselves to fit in different categories to distinguish ourselves from one another that we are utterly oblivious to the fact that we are all the same – aren’t we all humans after all?

I am a human and humanity is my responsibility but I am too busy being a human who is prone to hypocrisy.

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Our Greatest Enemy

After a while, we will get used to this parade of so-called ‘I love you’ and there will be nothing new about us. Our mystery and chemistry will be resting in peace. There will be constant arguments about loyalty and sincerity for no reason at all. Every day will start with a quarrel and eventually we wouldn’t care if one of us is going to bed angry. Some days you will be grumpy while the other days, I will be screaming. We will be cursing and it will feel like love never existed between us. Our egos will not allow us to be apologetic and we will keep blaming each other regardless of being aware that it is nobody’s but our own fault if this life feels less like the safe haven we imagined with each other. There will only be a tug of war between us and if by chance sometimes once or twice a year (fortunately/unfortunately) we get to spend a day without picking up an argument; that will have to be a miracle. However, lets try to sort this out. Before we reach that stage when love is lost in the blur of an argument or trapped within the tick-tock of the clock, let’s love unconditionally and ‘live in the moment’. Thus no conditions and no consequences. If you can do it then love me or leave right now before we become our greatest enemy.

His forever can last a second or two,
Sometimes, not even a day get passed through,
He cradles me in his arms and I know this to be true,
His forever is our present, may it be an eternity or this passing view.

Can these clouds be my vessel to Heaven?

Can these clouds be my vessel to Heaven?


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