And she was the beauty of caged ice. With grace in her moves and that may be the reason flames could only melt her to death. young lady bonded to a sacred thread of rituals. like the whispering deodars she was serene wood woven in traditional saree. Red bangles around her arms adored her like the red autumn xanthophylls. Her skin like the wheatish golden roasted among the coffee gardens.she was in her a magic of wild forest. Like the angel who couldn't survive among the devils . Her ice caged body melted into ashes in the rage of flames. Devil of dowry smelled her rose scented body and snakes of negativities got attracted towards her sandalwood soul. The sacred relations she was bonded to made her way to death. A woman like the winter beauty of Himalayas while worshipping almighty in her red married attire and red bangles red vermilion burnt in the red flames. Father in law burnt her to death . Flames melted her into ashes.she breathed her last among the devils . A fragrance fragmented within the flames.
the half baked aroma of hazel nut cup cakes arouse my olfactory senses.I could resist my feet to step upon those autumn leaves that were crumbled like milestones. There I moved on and after the Huntington's waffles cafe I realised there exist no more aroma. I entered waffles cafe,where the aroma was stronger. My eyes collided to that young man in cream blazer outfit baking those delicious pieces. I said "excuse me"! Gentleman " may I have the honour to be your customer today?" . He turned around. Everything suddenly turned numb, I felt my adrenaline increasing and he gasped. After 6 years I could not believe on my nerves that time would be so miraculous . 6 years back David and I somehow got departed by some misunderstanding and our bond got faded with time. That too was an autumn day and cafe where we got to meet. Just within a couple of seconds I greeted "hope you doin well. David". And then I packed my cupcakes. Got out of that cafe. I stepped on those autumn leaves and thought these too have been stepped by David . Of course these swift breezes would too have been felt by him. I too a long breath and moved on remembering those happy times we spent together. But never felt the need to look back. After all its all a past .
Now we are no more than two strangers with a lot of memories. moreover he got the nerves for a half baked aroma may it be cookies or our memories.
Seem like a lust story , But it's an art of love making. If, Fragrance of my body is a verse musk scented neck rose scented shoulders sandalwood Essence curves moist soil scented waist are all the lines of thy poetry.
Your touch is metaphore Arouse in all my sense is simile. Your arms pulling my waist Your arms raising my skirt is a metaphor. Meanwhile I close my eyes is a simile. Your lips tracing my jawline is a metaphor, Tremble in my nerves is a simile. Your tuck in my hair strands is a metaphore, Smile on my lips is a simile. Your lips loosing its way in mine My soul dipped in your love Your wine scented shirt and mine white skirt Ratio of body and soul. Together let's weave Wine of lust and thread of love whine Today, Let this glass of night shine
Sadu, I don't know from where to start and what to start because whenever I sit to write something for you I always fall short of words. Kabhi kagaz kam ped jaate hain, kabhi kalam ruk jaati hai to kabhi dawaat khatm ho jaati ha as it is impossible to define a masterpiece. And you know what it becomes even more difficult when the other person is very close to your heart. You are that person for me. We have come a very long way together. From just say "hi" in dms to replying to your whatsapp status with stickers. From "how are you?" to "Kaisi Hai". From " Sadiah" to "Sadu" and. Wait.. you don't take my name, you just say "Tu". Oh Holy God! Imma cry and make a tini-tiny pond over here. From "I'm happy for you" to "ahan! blushing! blushing!" With time our bond has become stronger. I never knew it will become this strong one day. The connection which we have when the bond that we share isn't with anyone. I love you and adore you from the core of my heart. Isn't it magical that went through all ups and downs together and found happiness together?
You know when I saw your account and your huge number of followers, I thought, "Oh- She's a celebrity, baat karne ka koi chance hi nahi hai" but after few days I typed "daphnae" in Instagram's search area just because I wanted to talk to you and luckily I found your Id. There I read your writings and listened to your song. And believe me you became my favourite since the day I read you. Your voice settled deep inside me. After few days you uploaded a story singing the song "Ya to barbaad kardo, ya fir aabad kardo" I hadn't heard that song yet as it was a new song but still I was so in love with the way you sang. It started playing on loop and then after a while I started singing along. I always loved singing but couldn't put up the courage to sing freely and frankly in front of others but after listening you I started doing so. After listening to that song I requested you to sing "Khamoshiyan" song for me and Boom! That was the start. That's how we started talking finally. But after few weeks you left that place because of your boards. And when saw your Id deactivated, I went completely numb and my eyes were wet. It was so difficult for me as you were the only one person whome I talked to and shared everything and there was a connection between us. Any how I handled myself holding up all my bones together. After a month you came back on Mirakee and from there onwards we started talking on Hangouts but just for a week or two maybe. But this time I didn't fell weak as you left something behind for me. It was hope. You were the reason I never lost hope in anything. You inspired me. You taught me to stand strong and still in tough times. After few months you were finally back. Back with a bang. And believe me I was happiest person on this planet when I saw you back. We started talking again. Nothing was changed. You were the same Sadiah but a little more happier than before and the reason behind your happiness made me dance on my bed but later on I was kicked off by siblings as I was behaving like a nomad.
You're the kindest person I've ever known. The way you talk to people, listen them and try to solve their problems makes me admire you more and more. Your humbleness is the reason why people adore you so much. You make others smile and laugh even if you're sad. You're one of the best creations of God. You're the best "best friend". May you get all the happiness of this world and always stay blessed. May Allah (swt) grant you good health and success in your life. I'm blessed to have a friend like you. The fact that you never sang " Khamoshiyan" for me shows that, Yes. Yes Afira. She's your best friend only. And also the fact that you forgot to wish me on my birthday shows that, I can't get a better bestie than you. I just wanna meet you very soon. I know we'll meet after two years xD
Huh..kuch zyada hi bada ho gaya but padh lena but you know na I love you so flow me nikal gaya xd I wanted to write something better for you but exams ho rahe also I'm not well so I'm really sorry for that and once again Happiest Birthday to you love ❤ @daphnae
Clouds, scented candles and clothes in this color *-* #color
Oozing adagio from a winter floret, ending a menacious nightmare. Embracing napalm horizons, mending torn solicitude, all whilst staying so aloof? Your demure smile, behind my veiled window, bursting dandelion dreams, on the spring tinted pavement. Inside the creases of wrinkled woolens, knitting grandma's vintage household, so lost, yet so lucid, weathering along, my memory lane.
Fazed evenings, in the city of your lap, gazing out, into a garden, of beautifully unfamiliar flowers, how have days turned so vague?, that I see you, striding timidly away. Modern interiors, decorated in you, but do they know, how ancient is your hue? Caged in mystic songs, written in a women's poem, you're the smile of yesternight, falling back into place today.
You remind of murky a p r i c o t s t a i n s of the sun on the freshly washed laundry blue skies, creased unevenly at abruptly edges. You make me go back to my summer holidays at my native place and savour mangoes from our garden, and gape at the sundappled shades of gulmohar that stands tall amidst the red carpet of banyan fruits.
You remind me of a bunch of s m i l i n g d a n d e l i o n s among pale vineyards, my ma's favourite chikankari shawl she wore on special occasions, the clink of her gold bangles complimenting the symphony of wind chimes. You remind me corn fields and windmills from lost suburbs, a field of glorious stretches of ripen paddy that dies with the end of horizon.
You remind me of o l d h a n d w r i t t e n l e t t e r s , stacked in the attic with a heap of aging memories and to be hope amidst despair. You remind me to look past city lights, to look beyond the skyscrapers and tangles of wires where canaries still chirp hopenotes and shed seasonal mirth.
You remind me of V a n g o g h 's S u n f l o w e r s who bloomed despite the wars brewing inside his head, who breathed despite the chaos ringing inside his bones. You remind me to pick up trampled wildflowers and drink lemonades when life gives me lemons. You're a hope-wave to my blues. You make me my jagged phrases bloom like those pretty sunflowers between the cracks of my scarred skin.
You make me kind to me and paint my walls, again. But this time, with a handful of ho(m/p)e.
Well honestly here.. I wasn't intending on writing a love poem but I ended up with one. I actually have no idea what I wanted to write but here you go ... It did come from my heart. Many a times things just come to me with empty minds.
Be strong enough to change your circle. Be strong enough to cut toxic ties.
Downsize to those who are actually supportive. Let go of their negative edges and grow into who you are actually supposed to be. Sometimes in order to save yourself, you must learn to walk away and let go.
Be strong enough to lose your "best mates". Be strong enough to accept and embrace the reality.
Taking care of your self is most productive investment you can do. Fill your heart with hope so you don't feel like giving up. They'll call you unnecessarily bold. They'll try to clip your wings. Some may ask you to shrink yourself so that you fit inside their box.
Be strong enough to let them down. And when you are done putting yourself back together. They won't recognise you anymore. Give yourself the effort you deserve. Give yourself the peace you promised.
Don't be afraid to grow into someone you are actually supposed to be.