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Love Is.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

 
For as long as I can remember, I’ve done so with all my heart. Granted expecting violins and saxophones was something I knew was never going to happen. But somewhere deep down hoped the skies would clear out, birds will chirp and there will definitely be a breeze of sorts. 
 
I was pleasantly proven wrong.
 
Do you believe in soulmates?
 
Hell to the yeah. I mean when you grow up shipping Mondler (Monica + Chandler) how can you not? See what I did there?
 
I know. I know. I was sadly mistaken.
 
I hold no authority on dictating what love is but having spent 3 decades on Earth, I can certainly differentiate between love and something-like-love.
 
No matter how much we love to detest Edward’s sparkly skin, we all have wished for a love that stops time. We all crave for a moment when time stands still and the beauty of love shines through every space of our existence. Somehow all that – just does not exist! And for all the right reasons…
 
We yearn for chemistry.
 
We wish for harmony.
 
We pray for physics, biology and sometimes mathematics too. But have ever hoped for nothingness?
 
Our predefined quotients of love and relationships have led us nowhere but to a pool of arguments, fights and breaking points. I am not at all in any way suggesting that a more compatible human being is in any way less suitable match for you but books, movies and writers like yours truly have set human experience expectations. Like running a call centre and setting customer experience expectations is our number one priority.
 
How much he makes?
 
How good she is at going down?
 
Will he be a good father?
 
Will she get along with my mom?
 
Is he reliable?
 
Is she the faithful kind?
 
So many brackets, so many prerequisites and no manual! I mean, let’s not be skeptic, all of this is important, after all we are planning (or at least hoping to) to spend an entire lifetime together so a small checklist isn’t all bad. But nowhere do we find a manual to get to a conclusion. I mean, did anyone define a baseline for LOVE? (If you are reading this and you work at my office, I know what you are thinking, this is a feeling Ifrah – not a process that you can analyse and set during a quality management meeting). This might sound crazy but aren’t we all doing the same? Critically scrutinising every relationship in our lives and expecting a few baselines to be met?
 
And yes, I was one of them. Showing no flexibility, I had preconceived notions about love, friendship, loyalty, fidelity and all. And in doing so, I focused more on meeting the parameters then living the relationship itself. I understand that overnight, all cannot go away. But along the way, I’ve learned to deviate and be happy. I grew up thinking meeting someone by accident and falling in love at the very spot is romantic, I failed to take into account the laws of attractions (I suck at math). I looked up to Mondler thinking how can two people be this perfect for each other? I failed to navigate the thin line between just perfect and almost perfect. In real life there are no soulmates only people who are in it for the long run. In real life there are no goals and objectives only the desire to be together. 
 
What we fail to realise is that the struggles, the compromises and the many nights of wonderment is what truly makes a relationship last. Sometimes, two people have to work at it to make it work and some lucky ones don’t have to work at all. Some of us get lucky, and I am happy for you but others need to put in an effort.
 
This very effort makes a relationship look like work and I hate this kind of work. There came a point in my life where I refused to produce any kind of effort, initiative or even blink to ensure it kept running. This happens when everything becomes one sided, whether we like to admit it or not but you need more than a single cog to keep the heart running. So, does this tell us that sustaining a healthy relationship is a two-way street? Right on! And that’s why the #OTPs on the Telly make it look so damn good. But predetermining every single thing takes the real fun out of it all!
 
A few habits, perhaps the lifestyle or two completely opposite philosophies to life are truly deal-breakers. But we need to look beyond those and give the other person a chance to compensate otherwise. Am I making it sound like a transaction? That’s precisely what a love is. An exchange of respect, trust and care, and the only place where I totally support and encourage interest!
 
Bend a little, believe me he’d appreciate it (in and out of bed).
 
A relationship is only beautiful when it wears and tears with time. Allow yourself to evolve. You do love your iPhone7 don’t you? Imagine carrying a 1.1 Kg mobile phone from 1973 in your clutch from CHANEL?
 
The preconceived bubble is a comfortable to place to walk but eventually you need an old, mouldy, spring mattress to settle down. Love works in mysterious ways, allow yourself to be surprised and even fooled at times. Only then you will be able to truly embrace love in its totality. It’s easier said than done but taking a chance only helps you grow as an individual. Why enter a relationship with expectations? Allow him/her to come to a point where taking a stand comes from the heart not from the circumstances. I understand that many of us face the fear of uncertainty, and not everyone enjoys the luxury of time and space but I also believe that good things come to those who uphold faith. All these words make love look like a scripture to be followed but it is exactly the opposite. In spite of the encumbrances of family, religion, culture and peers, only the two individuals involved can truly understand the dynamics of a relationship. 

Playing safe won’t get you much. True love is all about contradictions and yet somehow striking a balance. True love is about finding the least compatible person on Earth and smiling every time he/she walks into the room. True love never comes easy, it has its own unique set of obstacles and challenges. Knowing you are totally screwed and looking forward to the goddamn trial is what makes it worth it!   

Instead of focusing on ensuring a tomorrow, focus on today. What you choose to do today, defines your tomorrow. I know it scares the fuck out of you thinking it might not work in the end but just for a second imagine – what if it does? A healthy relationship does not just happen, its takes time, patience and two individuals at it like mad (again in and out of bed)! True love is not intoxication. It is a deliberate choice, a decision that knockouts every single belief you ever had about relationships. 

Break free from the norms set for relationships by others. No two love stories are the same. And no two people are the same. Those partisan notions of love might give you a wedding but not a marriage. They might bring you commitment but never a relationship.
 
And the choice ultimately lies with you…would you rather opt for a commitment or a relationship?
 
Love is not about sharing the same toothbrush.
It is about sharing everything else!
Love is not about insisting to pay first.
It is about keeping a track of whose turn it is.
Love is not about ordering what he likes.
It is about making fun of her garden salad.
Love is not about sharing a hobby.
It is about experiencing life in time away.
Love is not about finding the sweet spot.
It is about discovering the worst lava cake in town.
Love is not about the perfect anniversary present.
It is about the random love notes he leaves on your desk. 
Love is not about knowing every single thing about him.
It is about knowing just how many hours it takes her to finish a murder mystery.
Love is not about that perfect first kiss.

It is about those habitual pecks on the cheek.

Love is not about falling asleep together.

It is about that java run in the morning.
Love is not about a perfectly tabulated family planning chart.
It is about those monthly freak-out sessions by the toilet seat. 
Love is not about risking it all. 
It is about knowing when to raise the stakes and when to step back.  

Love is not about being whole together.
It is about two complete individuals coming together.

“The Love of My Life”

 
 
I am staring at this blank page…
And I find no words to express my ache…
The ache I was granted ever so generously…
From the love of my life…
Weaved a tale of unbridled passion…
Wrapped me in his naked-lies…
And made certain;
I wouldn’t be able to walk away…
From the love of my life…
I chose to have this blind-spot…
Everything pointed to otherwise…
But I refused to acknowledge the deceit…
From the love of my life…
All the pain, lying, disbelief, anger and hate he put me through…
Left me undone;
brittle and soar…
And yet I continued to long;
the non-existent…
From the love of my life…
I was a fool to believe…
He wanted more…
But his intentions were only to burn and conquer…
That ruthless man…
Incorrigible liar…
Insatiable lover…

 

The Love of My Life!

My Baby Brother Turns 23!

 
This is the last photograph I shared with Syed Muhammad Anas Uddin…And perhaps one of the only few where we all three are in the same frame. My Baby Brothers and Mom were headed to a distant relative wedding, and as always I chose to stay back and read. Both my brothers were dressed in their best/favorite suits and looking nothing short of handsome hunks. And I cannot even begin to express how much I adore this photograph. My Sir says I am practically glowing from inside here and he can literally feel the love. Today, my baby brother Anas would have turned 23 today and about to graduate in less than 6 months. Two years ago he left us cause he did not wish to lead a life of dependency, well at least that’s what I tell myself all the time, every time I start to question my acts/choices of June 17, 2014. Nonetheless we return to all that “he is in a better place” jazz and not that I am refuting against it but sometimes you just don’t want to buy all the ‘silver lining’ and would prefer to mourn your way and on your terms. And on some days that’s the only choice you have not because you are ‘helpless’, ‘unhappy’ or ‘defenseless’ but because that’s the only thing that makes sense. Yes, sometimes the only logical explanation is to ‘mourn’. Mourning does not necessarily mean you are miserable, or the fact that you cannot move on…sometimes mourning is just the ‘new normal’. And it does not always surface in terms of tears, sadness or denial…many a times it is just what you do to embrace the truth and get through each day. Other times it feels as if nothing happened you continue to deal with the shenanigans of your life, triumph at work, and ace your personal life and that one-heart-wrenching-truth remains isolated at the corner of your mind where it gradually eats you from inside yet continues to feed your ambitions for you and your family. It does not mean you are pretending to be happy, it means you have accepted the ‘New Normal…now this is your life and you have accepted it. You would have definitely preferred otherwise but you did not rebel in vain…you have learned to accept the fate and have developed a tolerance against the heartache. It shows in your eyes many a times but also helps you conceal when needed. It makes you neither a coward nor a wonder woman…it simply makes you human. And being human is so much easy and viable. I mean you don’t have to “invest” any further!

 

And you know the best part of being human? I can choose to be happy or I can choose to be sad whenever I want. I can choose to celebrate my book club’s anniversary and dance the night away or I can choose to type out a long post on Facebook on my late brother’s birthday. Isn’t this amazing? That feeling when no one on earth can define your happiness into brackets? When no one can pass on a judgement or a verdict on your state of mind? I know this post was supposed to be about my brother but I have lost two of the three men in my life and it obviously does not come easy but instead of whining about the bloody paycheck, the unreasonable pimple, or the whining peer…today I choose to tell myself that today it is okay to talk about pain and relief instead. Next time someone attempts to define your pain, kindly ask them to go fuck themselves.

 

Anas was totally fine with me using the F word and he often told me to use the word more so here I am on his birthday using the word probably the second time and I feel great. And you know what, I chose today to vent out and so I did…that’s the one of the things I shared with Anas, he called me his ‘Talks-too-much Sis’ and here I am doing just that.
I miss you Anas, every single day and every day I find a new reason to cherish the time I spent with you. You have left behind a legacy of friends, family, art and your music library (that I still don’t understand). Like each year, I ask you to return home if possible but knowing that you are rocking out with Pa does provide some degree of comfort (probably the only degree). I bought your favorite painting this month and I wish you were here to oggle at it and explain me the strokes, the colors and the theories which as always I would never get. Your friends say, Areeb is looking more and more like you with each passing day and even though I notice the similarities, on-face I tell him, Naaa you don’t look like Bobo which he also knows is just a bunch of Boohaki. Mom doesn’t say a word but we all know how she feels…she lived through Pa leaving us but when you left…you took away Mom too…she continues to say that you were the best child she had…And Areeb and I still have to hear lectures on your ‘goody-goody-two-shoe-ness’ but deep down I adore it when she tells me to be more like you. You know the other day, I met one of your friends at a public place and you know what he said: “App Anas Ki Sis Hain Naa…”
You cannot even begin to comprehend the extend of my bliss…to be known as your Sis…is something I consider one of my biggest achievements. And yes I continue to brag about your artistic and architectural skills to everyone I meet! Thank you for coming into my life and teaching me what it takes to be a Sister…the greatest relationship I have ever experienced.
Lot’s of Love and Talks,
Your Talks-too-Much Sis.

“You were a mirage…”


Trees surround my naive heart 
their bark damp and cold 

my soul wet and bitter. 

The sun had set long ago… 

my fortitude shattered 

into two and then to three 

and now please
 leave me alone here.
The sky is grey

blanketing my sullen thoughts 

My desires now dead.

T’was a mirage cascaded my yearning mind 
I now leave your

white lies and half-truths behind 

and join the perpetual oubliette

and with it bury our animosity for good.

“Awaken”


Begging again and pleading
for the end
Allowing my past to repeat
once again
Final conclusion
Awakens my terror
As thoughts seem to drown me
with my fatal error
What’s behind is forsaken
What’s ahead always pure
I’m able to change it
This hell I endure
Enveloped with despair
I call upon the light
That guides me through
Hopelessness, visions of fright
I’ll conjure this warmth
from within
And allow it to dissipate
all of my sins
I considered myself broken
Unable to repair
But felt this new presence
The realisation of hope for the things
that I have
For disregarding my life
I would make others sad
Instead I should take what I’ve learned
I could bear
And be a measure of endurance
that others could share
Death no longer frightens my soul during the night
for I feel the Almighty with me
to guide through His sight
Weather in this life or the other side
I know these things true
I’ve softened my heart
And let God pass on through.

“Sex, Hate and Sedation”

You touch my blouse…
Like a page you want to turn…
You reach for my curves…
Like a programme you want to code…
Feeling lust, frenzy and elation…
Sex, hate and sedation!
A serpent residing within you…
Buried for so long…
Surfaced and filled my soul with venom so warm…
I obey every single command…
I go transparent; lightheaded…
Tracing your name behind my back…
Down the lane of…
Sex, hate and sedation!
Afraid and hesitant…
I let you in little by little…
Greeting me with a relieved smirk…
Happy to see me…
Finally engulfed by…
Sex, hate and sedation!
You knock me out of my senses…
As your body moves with mine ever so well…
A melody only we can hear and feel…
You hold, you tease, you touch, you taste, you feast…
And its all too familiar for my own good…
Like its etched in my memory…
From the many day dreams I pencilled…
From head to toe…
Naked our needs locked…
Drenched in…
Sex, hate and sedation!
My walls have come down…
I explode…
I feel nothing but the rapture of the moment…
My mind in a tailspin of romantic imagery…
But for you it’s nothing just…
Sex, hate and sedation!
You leave nothing untouched…
Unbound me from the packaging that enslaved me…
I have tasted orange like never before…
I cannot believe we haven’t been doing this all along…
I beseech you…
Towards my forbidden dreams…
I try hard to believe…
To believe that you exist without all the white lies…
But you have only one thing on your mind…
Sex
Hate
And Sedation!

“Addiction…”

We are all addicted to something
Girls
Boys
Drugs
Booze
Boobs
Everyone has something they cannot resist
Computers
Food
Porn
Music
Words
I am addicted too!
Starts off with small little scratches on my arm
Turn into open sores later
Knife traces my pale flesh
Leaving little red raised lines,
For now
But addictions always become worse
Smoking
Gambling
Fighting
Gaming
Sex
Over time
I developed a tolerance
One sharp knife
First sight of blood
I never felt such joy
Crimson beads river of happiness
Moved on to razor blades
Need pain to feel every time
Deeper
Bloodier
Darker
Redder
Meaner
Now my scars take longer to heal
And as soon as they fade
I am at it again
Cutting away my hurt
Self-inflicting my pain
Choosing my own sorrow
Over tragedies defined by fate
I will do it to myself
And not let destiny dictate my aches
Soon I fear
It will become worse
How much longer until I am another
Killed by the pains of addiction?

The Orange Bed Sheet

The curtain can’t possibly hide…
This flame burning through my skin…
You have imprisoned my senses with your half-truths…
And I find my morals brittle in the many layers of your orange bed sheet.

You ask me to stand here in your arms…
And think nothing…
You envelope my waist…
And I fall on you leaving behind my former rulebooks!

Your lips guide me through your ravenous clutches…
And I feel bare under your experienced hands.
You address your kisses strategically…
Whilst your fingertips find their way to my mounds!

You stretch and pull my senses to your interests…
And turn me over…
Just so you could place a lingering touch on my Décolletage…
And weave your impish thoughts!

You lock me in…
As our legs entwine…
In that hurried insatiable hunger…
You set my soul on fire…
Hidden…
And hushed we finally meet!

“It was never meant to be…”

It was never meant to be…
She knew it all along…
But something inside stirred her amiss…
It was never meant to be…
He wasn’t planning to go off course…
And yet he never wanted more…
It wasn’t that he whispered sweet nothings in her ear…
Or knitted tales of promises he wouldn’t keep…
It wasn’t that she ignited his senses…
Or directed his ache…
But it was never meant to be!
Bound by words…
Strung up for no reason…
She walked past by him…
To escape this heat…
This forbidden wish…
Distracting giggles…
Innocent leaning…
Just to discredit the obvious…
And yet all it takes was his hand…
Reaching out for her arm…
And all her rules blur into oblivion…
It was never meant to be…
And yet he was ready to teach her a lesson of a lifetime!
An embrace to remember…
Crushing her soul…
Casting a spell of taste so real…
It was never meant to be…
Yet he drew her in…
Soft kisses…
Drinking her innocence…
Like the master he was…
His hands run along her back
Gently gripping the skin beneath…
Her false protests…
Invite him to map his intentions down her neck…
It was never meant to be…
But the orange lip balm played its part right…
And she could feel his desire burn through next to her thighs…
Her body vibrates with exhilaration…
He provokes an arched back…
And trails down to her corset…
Spilling her bosom…
Curing her toes…
It was never meant to be…
And yet he made sure she was breathless…
His fingers work like acid…
Around her curves…
And ensured she had nowhere to go…
She moans his name over and over…
And he smiles to himself of his skills…
Just as she expected…
He lured her into dark dungeonesque places…
Caught between submission and power…
She never felt so close to death…
And yet so alive…
And yet it was never meant to be!
The control will eventually cloud her judgement…
As dark clouds hover over the city…
This momentarily union comes to a halt…
Held and entwined…
He pulls her hair back…
And with a final kiss…
Steals her last ounce of morals…
A gasp escapes her parched lips…
Leaving her with a forever longing…
For him to come and give her release!

“These Bad-Boy-Gentlemen…”

I seek your rough touch…
One that will leave me weak and yearning…
My lips exhibit a faint smile…
As I recover from your ravenous moves…
Until you return for a second helping.
As I shake in our sheets…
Shiver under your claws…
You continue to push the throttle.
You find no need to tell the world…
Of our congress…
No need to put on a show…
And hide behind all the lies.
I am the naïve girl from next door…
And you are the bad boy I need…
You play distant and I play easy.
The vile words that fall from your bluestocking…
Press onto me…
And push buttons only you can see…
Scrape out malicious intentions I never knew I had.
You hold the door out for me…
Stepping through…
I notice your sly smirk…
As you wait for a moment or two…
Before you join me in oblivion…
I sink my fingernails in your shoulder blades…
And hold on tight…
Because when these…
Bad-boy-gentlemen types…
With rolled up grey sleeves…
Decide to make love…
They leave you breathless…
Make you relinquish control…
The way the others will…
Never be able to!