Do you know her?

Her #smile dazzles the shining sun

shadows steer clear of her

her feet venture farther and bolder 

she wants to be an #explorer

she chatters with passersby

all are just #angels in disguise

she hides n seeks with abandon

her heart knows no caution

Her smile dimmer than watts five

she escapes the limelight 

her feet shy and taciturn

she sticks to known nooks and turns 

She scorns every kind word

Asmodeus* skewed her world

she knows better than to play games

caution is now her middle name

Don’t turn a blind eye

Don’t save face

Don’t say it happens 

Don’t look away

She is a #sister, a #child

She is now a #mother, a #wife

She is a 'he' for all I know

God forbid it happens to someone you know

*Asmodeus - The demon of Lust (of inappropriate sexual desires)

The #romantics

It is easy to say you love someone. I love you. So simple. At the beginning, we all dreamily utter these three little words, imagining our own better version of a fairy tale ending. It comes so naturally to us then. But what happens after the fuzzy feeling in our heart fades and the stars in our eyes lose their lustre? What happens after the “happily ever-after”?

What happens is that romance, which has a ridiculously short life span, exits and therein comes reality. Don’t get me wrong. I love romance and #fairytales. I still swoon when the tragically expired #Gerard Butler romances his wife in PS: I love you. Yes, I sigh longingly for that buoyant, tingling sensation. The truth is that romance is wonderful but it has to be created. It is moody. It is situational. It is limiting. It is not and cannot be an everyday routine. But love is. And if you look closely, romance is a subset of #love.

If you choose to, you can find romance in the effort your partner exerts to do a simple chore for you, everyday. He cooks a meal for you and dries the clothes for you because you are overwhelmed with work. He lets you snap away at some petty issue in silence because he does not want to upset you further by pointing out the obvious. She runs your bank errands. She searches for your misplaced document at some God-forsaken hour so you can sleep in peace. She stays quiet when you are mentally occupied, even though she is dying to ask what, who, where, how. Aren’t these proofs of love? But no, we all want the flowers and the candles and a delectable meal and a sexy dress and three little words to remind ourselves that we love. Again, I’ll say I love the #fairy-tale kind of romance. But what could be more definitively romantic than these daily reminders of love? 

The #artist

Body shop’s mountain rose fades in oblivion

as I bury my nose in His blooming #rose

top notes, base notes, please note

original there is only one

The swirling wisps of sooty clouds

a dance of wind and water

I know no other with such moves

or with a better light and sound show

#Al-Burj and the likes touch the skies

mocking the miniatures below

His magnificence overshadows
whilst you gaze upon His rocky #skyscrapers

A bejewelled sky mirrored in tranquil waters

a titillating fusion of sky and sea

artists and sculptors some of us are

the paint on His #canvas we all are