Tuesday, July 29, 2014

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)

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

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? 

Thursday, July 03, 2014

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