I have always felt the warmth of the morning light,
and being the sun's own daughter-
I have been caressed and kissed by mother sun until I could taste like sunshine-
I wish Amma could taste the same.

She would wake up each morning and burn her issues with the burning incense, clean the house as if that would make her forget what she has to endure, and prepare for yet another day where she has to bow down her eyes with fear when she looked at this man, I called Abba, and I always asked myself, " Is love, fear?".

Her days rotated around him but I doubt if his days rotated around her. His days were about- work,friends,wealth and the thing that made darkness dance with the stars- football. Her days were about serving him,ensuring he was full, staying right behind him until he was done eating and staying quiet until he nodded with satisfaction. I think Abba is selfish. I just think so.

And on days like these when the warmth of the mother sun kiss my own cheeks, I am pushed to say that,with a toxic "love" like that, I am pretty sure that the tired woman would die with a bag filled with enough guilt (and unfulfilled dreams) for a husband who never thought she was ever enough.

Buy me moments.
Buy me moments of frappe and cappuccino where we can have deep conversations.

Buy me moments,
Of love in whispers,
Of tea in small antique cups,
Of life away from drama.

Buy me moments,
That will make me forget materialism,
That will make me yearn for longer nights on the terrace,
Singing songs as old as the museum,
And burying ourselves away from what they call “modern and trendy”.

Buy me moments,
Enough of them,
To make me declare you as my own.

The things I love
remain like riddles to many
stories tangled and victories untold.

The things I love
will break your soul
into pieces
like shattered foams
and I won't apologize for that.

Her eyes,
the mountain water flowing on a rock.
Her one glance makes my world go round and round.
When our eyes meet,
tales are told and fire is ignited.
Her beauty is mischievous,
they can as well term her a marmoset.
Moon,your smiles have left me intoxicated even in my own soberness and my heart has become a delicate ****.
As we become one today,
Under the vows set by the Lord,
I watch as our names get washed by the arms of the sea,
My heart tied to yours for a reunion and love that shines like threads of silver seen through crystal beads.

Kismat, that was what it was.
Fate.
I left his hands shivering.
I knew we could never see each other again.
As his parents pulled him away from me, like I was tuberculosis.
I remember the one word, he said
"Kismat".
I fought my tears and my desired heart cried like a tired child for that one fond look.
When I love,
I leave no stone unturned.
And as I remember the man who taught me love,
I realize that our love was like the creeping vine which withers when it has nothing to embrace.

Dear Fire,
and as I think of you,
I think of how much my heart is yearning.
I know that you are miles away,
but in my heart,
there lies a valley of you and your memories that no can reach.
I hear strange music in my ears as I remember the way you whisper my name and as you hold my hands to a land of mountains and breezes where only you and I can reside.
Habibi, let the words reign and the thrones shower with rain as the world remembers the love story of the fire and water.

You are an enigma.
A house of tales and imperfection because there is no perfect body and no perfect curve.
Each part of you sings a different song that can never be heard anywhere else,
and as I look at you,
I see an elegant young woman with an ocean of diamonds that cannot be seen by the outer eye,
but by those brave enough to dig inside.