ABIDING

Abiding!

 

That silence in her

Pushed a clot of blood in me

Knocking the inner voices

Palpable only to the contrite self.

Rubbing the dryness in her eyes

A solemn me argued

I shall be the shore to your flow

Damp and precise

Till the limit of being timeless

And beyond

Young And Beautiful

Y&B

I’ve seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant
And Bel Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you’d play with me like a child

Will you still love me
When I’m no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

P.S.  Excerpts from a Lana Del Rey’s song

BEING…

BEING

 

Why is she so good?

Why can’t she be rude, manipulative, and hunter as the world has been to me? Why she carries my burden as her own? Why her eyes express love to me till the death of the moon? Why she pauses for my insanity? Why her eyes role back on my imprudent jokes and yet she laughs on them to make me smile. Why does her face swell up in gratitude whenever I present her even a petite rose? Why does she hold my hand all the time as if preserving me from wandering? Her actions exclaim a kind hold for all of my inhibitions, my failures, my reveries, and my futile wisdom. Why she still has that ring made of a candy wrapper, which ingenuously I did years ago. Why she caresses my hair whenever I lay my head on her lap talking naively about my endless desires.

Is she an angel everyone desire meekly or a saint or a blessing, I don’t deserve? That touch of her fingertips, her soothing skin, and her brown celestial eyes, her benevolent vocabulary, her magical odor all mazes me to this sulky world. The way she hugs my fallacies with her gracious emotions, leaves me with a tear in my right eye.

Oh the mighty God, give me strength, such that I can scuffle my vacillation, bring out the potent me and can give her what she deserves. The honor, the pride, the imminence of a BEING…

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ADeLe

 

She is probably the best song writer of our age. Oh I love you, ADELE so much. You are as beautiful as a reverie.

 

Quotes by Adele:

“I don’t make music for eyes. I make music for ears.”

“The focus on my appearance has really surprised me. I’ve always been a size 14 to 16, I don’t care about clothes, I’d rather spend my money on cigarettes and booze.”

“Sometimes it lasts in love, But sometimes it hurts instead.”

“I have insecurities, of course, but I don’t hang out with anyone who points them out to me.”

Shades of Life

NXT

Sometimes you hinder

Looking in your past

May be scratching a memoir

Sometimes you slither

                                                                In the journey of future

Craving for those dreams

Are these paradigms

Or a mirror bent?

Present,

The lone chore absent

  Sacred is the past and so is the future

     Sacred is today with all the couture

Spirits are dark or bright rife

   You may lie to yourself and un-follow

The Shades of life.

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Aye khakzada duniya ……………

kya dastoor ye tune banaya hain ?

Jis aurat ne tumhe rubaru kiya zindagi se……usse hi bazaar ki zeenat banaya hain

Darte nahi uss khuda se toh bas ye ilm hi karlo,

Uss khuda ne tumhe kabhi beta………to kahin bhai banaya hain

Parda nasheen kar k, tum kya uski aabroo sahejne lagte ho ?

Tumhare jaane k baad jisne bewa ban kar bhi farz nibhaya hain

Kuch kar sakte nahi aurat k liye to bas itna hi samjh lo

Usko izzat de kar hi tumne zindagi mein sawab kamaya hain.