Escapism...

''... She wished to blow a bubble... nice, big and roomy... all around herself, and get it to be pushed off into the atmosphere, where it would float above and away from all things and people that she knew. In that bubble, she'd be allowed to be herself, and that would be okay with the bubble... and nothing else would ever matter again...''

Raindrops

Falling In Love... Again?

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Little did I know, I was falling in love again...

He was a darling innocent charmer, with smiling piercing eyes, and the adorablestest of chuckles. Go on... scoff at my usage of word's that are not in the English dictionary [yet? 0=) ], but when one is speaking of love... alas, a shortage of words to describe it is a given. And so, with that little 'misdemeanour' spoken for, I must go on to eulogise this emotion that has overtaken my little moments, every day, since these past 4 months and counting. I find the joys in murmuring sweet nothings, cherishing shared smiles, and cooing absolute nonsense, all shared through incessant cuddles that seem never enough. When that innocent mouth puckers up to gurgle or giggle, my heart gets wrapped around his little finger avowing eternal love! Who'd have known my little nephew would remind me of what love felt like again, albeit of a whole another kind!

I love you, my little GooGoo... *signed, Phuppo.

To Be Awakened Again...

These faint murmurs whispering, deep inside somewhere, leave the vista blank. Discharged batteries is what the self seems to be running on, refusing to spark up a sputter more. Coughing up a semblance of courage to hope on untrod grounds is becoming a little too tasking as the days pile on by wearily; weary is left the heart, as weary is left the body in all's wake. The mind refuses to entirely cave in just yet.  

What is it that your prayers speak? 

Sometimes I don't know how I got here, except for a surety in knowing it had something to do with my own choices - except that I cannot seem to find a bridge sturdy enough to bank on, between that me and the me now.  

When did the bridge come undone? Could it not be mended? Does it really wish to be so? 

To what avail, know not I,
But for now lay these murmurs to rest must I,
For slumber harkens out loud to be tended to thus.
Perchance in a dream I shall awaken again...

In Hopes Of Finding You...

To a land of beauty, a land of fun
To a place from where I can see another sun
To a land that's near you, a land you've touched
To a place that in peoples pictures only I've ever yet, watched
To a land of aah's, a land where all things'd be new
To a place that wakes in me a spirit lush
To a land of hope, a land destined for us
To that place I will reach to find you
Such is my prayer on repeat, thus.


~ InshaAllah, Ameen!

Tucked Away...

Tucked away in a place unknown
Where peace and warmth will be bought
Far away from everyday forlorn
Which in memories only 
Would be allowed to walk
Beverage in hand
Some garnished with melancholy
I would strut with my thoughts but no talk
And perhaps a partner aside 
Sharing similar silent musings
On a journey such I aspire to embark.

Waiting...

Awaiting outside closed windows, 

For one to perhaps open, 

Let the breeze come through and graze my face, 

Take me with grace, 

A smile on my face, 

No more stumbling in an unprecedented race, 

Just a light calming breeze to come through,

 Leave a light in my place.

Dreams

Dreams I still dream still

Relieved to know that the heart is not dead

Even after it has so much bled

Dreams I still dream still

In hopes of a future happy ahead

The roads to them are just waiting to be tread

Dreams I still dream still

These dreams I wish to live still

Dreams, I wish to live them until

Dream I can no more…

I want to...

I want to walk down different pathways

with the wind of freedom in my hair

walk down pebbled footpaths in bliss

not caring who or who not may be there

I want to breathe in the country air

where castles of old still stand

I want to see the sheep that walk their lands

wool on their bodies; bleating their songs as they stare

I want to watch the sun rise and the sun set

from every place that I possibly can

take pictures with my camera small

and capture their marvel for a memorable times of spare

I want to step out and walk under the sky

free as a bird that in the sky at its own will flies

Be able to take all the beauty of this world in

and treasure it all before this world I leave and am no more here

I want to feel the sand in my toes

and silently watch the ocean re-treat

breathe in the heady scents of life around me

and to their music let my heart skip in little beats

I want to walk as many lands as I can

with the wind of freedom in my hair

Take in all the beauty of this life around me; freely

in all forms that it exists without a worldly care...

The Corniche Breeze

A sweet strong gust rushed around her, capturing her loose tresses and trailing them along its course, freeing her spirit for seconds untapped...

It caressed each strand, sweeping through them with its soft distinct touch, again and again and again...

She closed her eyes and felt it whisper in her ears, softly - I love you. An echo from with in trembled - I love you too...

It made her feel free and alive. It spoke to her soul. It eased her heart and mind for that moment in time. She felt a lightness with in; she was happy?

A whisp at a time felt alive as it swung to a peaceful rhythm, gathered around her neck for a glimmer, then lifted off again...

Her lips felt a hesitant kiss. Then it trailed further across to her cheeks and trebbled its beats with a reassurance of happier times that might be her tomorrow...

Raindrops

Oh! the pitter patter, its soothing sound
The beautiful scents; all make me feel calm
Sad bits of memory come together, with
moments of pleasure, liesure; combine into one ether.

Reminiscing for some time in a kind of a lapse
Thinking of future supposings; happiness perhaps?
Wishful thinking and then some all time surpassed!
While the lovely pitter patter continues its poignant casts.

In My Perfect World

There would be so much love…

There would be music in the background that would change in nuances as would the moods and situations. People would smile more; the kind that make their eyes shimmer and shine, perhaps even a wavering tear to add to their sparkle. Hugs would be plenty and giggles would come from deep inside of happy bellies. People would be honest and mistakes would be whole heartedly forgiven. Negativity would be unheard of. Everyone who had a heart that beat, a body that shared a similar science in its function, irrespective of its otherwise dissimilarity, would share space and oxygen, unquestioned. Flowers of all colours would be seen in every room of the house, and yes, even in the lavatories. Food would always be perfect, no matter what tastes were favoured over another. Shoes would never break. Perfect scents would always surround us. Anything foul or dirty would be unheard of because those would just be words in a dictionary of old. Soft cusions would decorate any area one would need to use while sitting and would remain soft and pristine in their being, even after much abuse. Lamps could be dimmed and blinged as the moment demanded. Mirrors would reflect our inner being. Anything we wanted to achieve would be possible and no one would tell you otherwise. Cocktails would be cocktails and no one would care if they were halaal or not, because alcohol or no alcohol, they’d be the perfect drink one would need - water not being discussed in the same category! Fuzzy warm slippers would be the required footwear inside all households. Oooh and Yes! Chocolates, Cheese and Caffeine, of all kinds, would be awesome for our health no matter what amounts they would be consumed in ;) Traffic jams would also be just a word in a dictionary past and outdated. Grapes would only be sweet, seedless and unsquished in their edible perfection. Nothing would be too sweet. Anyone who thought otherwise, wouldn’t, because it would be my world, one of perfection as I saw it in that moment as I wished it.

My life, my dreams would all be tailor-made…