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“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!

I’ve yet to come to terms with his demise, said a friend!

I’ve yet to decide what I want from my life…
It used to be all clear back then…
But now it’s all a blur…
I guess I can now whine about my father’s death.
It wasn’t a death to be exact…
It’s just that we don’t speak to each other now.
He doesn’t come home from Dubai…
Every three months.
He doesn’t buy practically the whole world for me…
He has no idea why I cannot read or write anymore…
And mom cannot stop thinking about him.
Wouldn’t call all that a matter of life and death now would we?
I’ve yet to come to terms with his demise, said a friend.
What terms…?
I know he won’t be there at my wedding.
What else do you want me to make peace with?
I haven’t cried a lot though…
I often feel like…
But then I decide to evade the feeling…
And rather invest the energy in doing something for my family.
Does that make me a heartless cold person?
I guess it does to some extent at least.
I don’t know the exact definition of pain yet…
Does pain mean to sit in a corner, mope, and whimper and cry out loud…?
Cause if that is…
Then I don’t feel an ounce of pain in my heart.
I was hoping it was more on the lines of emptiness…
A void that can never be filled…
A space that is evicted…
A dream that no longer holds meaning…
A family that sits quietly on the dining table…
A Bond movie that will never be the same again…
A salary raise that will not be celebrated…
A month of Ramadan that will be unusual…
And a woman who will not send three men to the Eid Prayers ever again!
As rest is all the same…
I go to work every day…
My mom cooks every day…
My brother’s annoy me every day…
My boss treats me like trash every day…
My personal life is still uncertain…
So I don’t see much of a reason to sit and cry and stop living my life.
So, does that make me a bad daughter…???
Certainly does not make me the best one around!
I’ve yet to come to terms with his demise, said a friend.
What terms…?
Do you want me to pen down a contract…?
With specific terms and conditions…
As to how I am supposed to live and feel now…?
Am I not permitted to express my sorrow in my own way…?
Or is it because I’ve to show the world…
And act in a specific manner…
To convince them that I am in complete grief!
Do I have to remove my display picture from Facebook…
To convince the world I am mourning?
Do I have to stop watching my favorite show…?
To show the world I am distort from inside…
Well then I am extremely sorry…
I cannot do that.
I rather be claimed, an ungrateful daughter…
Than be tagged as a anecdotal human being.

…HEAL…

Some twenty years ago…
My mom screamed her head off…
When she saw me scribbling on the kitchen wall…
I was forbidden to write…
On the walls that is…
Words…
Ah! Sweet Words…!
They have always been my refuge…
My saving grace…
My sanctuary…
Through all my struggles…
I’ve poured out my agony…
When I had to purge my sorrow…
Words came to my rescue…!
People often ridiculed me…
A Writer in a White Lab Coat…!
They used to say…
Question me…
How can scientists ever…
Describe the depths of loneliness…!
Little did they know…
No one could ever…
express it better than a Desert Princess…
Caught between being a daughter and a girl…!
I stuck to my soul…
I knew it was my true calling…
Often the pain along the way…
Was too deep to tell…
…and the sadness…
…and anger…
Bottled up all inside…
None to paint a picture of fear and regret…
That’s when a bound…
Spiral…
Collection of blank pages…
Saved me from the tallest tower in the castle…!
In a world where…
People are caught in trivial matters…
To help my grieve…
My words were here again…!
…to celebrate my victories…
…to hug my ache…
…to hold me when I’m cold…
…to dance with me in the rain…
My words have seen it all…!
All the sweet memories…
Those keep haunting me…
With the steady rhythm of my heart…
My words continue to tease your senses…
And long after…
I’ve left this temporary world…
My words will continue…
…to remind you of my love…
…my hatred…
…my dreams…!
Mom says, in our society…
Girls do not win the Pulitzer Prize
But that has never stopped me before…
So, listen you all…
Am not giving up my dream just yet…
I still believe…
I have what it takes…
To make people go…
…awww…
And
…ahhhh…!
Ill be the persisting wall of words…
Never letting go…
I don’t care what you say…
I just know one thing…
Somewhere in these words…
Hides my essence…
My fountain of youth…
Have to keep drinking it…
Have to keep putting it…
…on paper…
To heal myself…!!!