A Long Long Way We Have Come, You and I...

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A long long way we have come, my darling
You and I
We have been to many places
Seen so many disgraces, cried together even
You and I


A long long way we have come, my darling
You and I
We have sang and laughed with each other
While braving judgmental remarks, and ignoring sarcastic murmurs too
You and I


A long long way we have come, my darling
You and I
You taught me to with stand all my hurdles
You held my hand through the troubles, took some of my falls even
You did so much for me, oh dear of mine


A long long way we have come, my darling
You and I
You have grown through the puddles
All on your own, while I muddled far too away from your side
This I to date am still unable to rectify


A long long way we have come, my darling
You and I
We have been to many places
In our own way seen so many faces, into ladies we have now grown
You and I


A long long way we have come, my darling
You and I
You are on your way, walking towards your dreams
I too far to hug or in elation for you scream
But at heart still connected we are, You and I


A long long way we have come, my darling
You and I
May you find happiness forever lasting
And may the world remain kind unto all your honest askings
Pray this and more for you through this humble writing I do
So as to commemorate the joy that it has been, of being You and I...
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Congratulations on your wedding, my sweet! May love, happiness, and peace in all quarters of your life (with your new family, along side the old), be your blessing unto eternity inshaAllah,
Ameen!

I love you!
FiamaanAllah,

Potpourri & Blanched Noise

You see the past in your minds eye. You see 'you' - a constant you who has always been the same in some ways yet a whole another person in some others. One perhaps, who refuses to grow up, and an assortment of others who have grown a lot through their many experiences; some good, some bad, some tragic, some magic... Every little moment, large or tiny in its reality, left a mark on your person that is visible to some who look deep while at the same time entirely non existent to those who simply do not care. There is much noise all around our being, all through the yesterdays on to today; recent or aged. This noise has become tepid with time, blanched in its current state as if all that is transpiring, is being so on a parallel existence that is untouched by your real physical self of the very now. Perhaps to understand this, one would need to exist in such ''a limbo'' -or- ''versatile limbos'' to actually fathom a state thus. A black and white like basic reel, with or without static in the background, plays the events out at random or tandem. The goods and bads in their surreal existence, are like an essence that tickles the senses in accordance to their nature; pleasant to all that exists in between it and downright unbearable. When beaded together to form a chain of memories preserved in our core, a potpourri of -some snippets-some sequels- get stored for later retrieval, as and when life requires it of us. In all entirety, we are made up of this potpourri and blanched noise, when we look at the reflection of who we are, as we exist today. When I see me -and I mean really look at the old plus new me- from the outside and inside, I see a shell that exists to please others in how primped it is, or a warm body that exists to live. The vacant parts that come across as unpretty, held within them a more loving heart (I feel now) when I compare them to the relatively more pleasing to the eyes form that is so perceived (more often so now), I find them sort of aching, wanting and hollow on the inside (tired even). Makes me wonder what really it is that makes ''some'' see the same picture of a person (me?) as pretty, all its other myriads, or otherwise.

Some see pretty
Some see Blah
Some see witty
Some others Booh and Baah

It all matters little when you exist in this pseudo happy state of potpourri and blanched noise.

Wedding Hoo-Haas

Amidst the tinkle of laughter and mirth, is a booming voice that always manages to cloud over everything, and suck the happy out of all that is happening.

In households big or small, here or there, or anywhere in the world really; What are weddings like? What is the purpose of a wedding?

It is the coming together of two beings who wish to live their lives together with the blessing of their Maker, their families, and their friends. I would think that to any thinking mind, this would translate to mean; A Happy Moment... Right?

Instead, in most situations today, it has become a period of one's life when they and their closest are either at each others necks about the cost of it all, or the arrangements, or decisions and who would be making them, over this and over that, and just about anything and everything else and then some! Ego's clash, relationships stagger, -he-says-she-says- get's into play and emotions run dry, leaving all spent in matters that actually matter- only to then adorn themselves and cover up, in the finest of their able finest which their wallets, bank balance(s), loans, etc. can survive (or not).

Is all/any of this ultimately, really worth it?

How many times are all the things payed for, ever used again? How much of all that has been acquired, survived the test of time and real life; be it materialistic goods, or relationships made? Do any of those things, in today's world really blossom with time? Shouldn't it be more important to do things in moderation, so that emotions spent are in moderation, and time is allowed into the actual bonding of the people themselves - and their lives together - so that they can really start a blessed future together?

From where I see it: smiles are pasted on, war paint in place, accessories of all kinds and shapes in gear, livery on, real emotions masked (by most), and verbal blessings superfluously and quickly exchanged, when he-she-and-they ceremoniously unite!  

How many of these blessings are not vacant, hollow, and pressed? How many really reverberate with life and honesty, to embrace whole-heartedly, all that is on show? How much truth fuels our actions for all AND God to see? How many of us stop to even think about God witnessing it all at that point of time?

Few in my personal experience.

All that goes on backstage (for days or even months sometimes), before the final curtain fall, makes me want to step away and not have anything to do with it until the uncalled for voices have stopped (been diffused and removed), and only peace and genuine good will is abound to stay. 

Too much to ask for; the pragmatic in me chastises the self...