Gestures

The strong winds on the beach made her 'dupatta' fly about.
After endless attempts at tying it and pushing it on the side, she let it go.
Sensing her discomfort, her walked to her side, wrapped the duppatta around her petite self
and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Securing the piece of cloth in place.


Main khush naseebi hoon teri
Mujhe bhi raas hai tu
Tera libaas hoon main aur
Mera libaas hai tu

Escape 1

Covering her head with the cotton scarf she walked around the drawing room presenting the refreshments.
Feeling her fathers eyes digging into her by the second. Tearing her soul apart.
Just another hour and she will leave.
She will, walking down the corridor she thought to herself.
She had to make preparations. Some calculations.
This house has always been this crowded. Muscular men at every door of the house, watching God knows what.
And the rooms filled with bearded men. Religious and pious to be very precise, with very unpious intentions.
So she took a run for it.
Grabbed her baby brother and her baby sister first,
Asked the other two to meet her at the corner of the street.
Covering her head with a huge 'chadar' She asked the 'chawkidaar' to let her out.
He had seen her grow up, he had seen her mother grow up, he had been more like a father than her own father could ever be.
He let them out.

Looking sideways, covering half of her face with the dupatta she walked cautiously towards the empty plot right in front of her house.
And then next thing she knew, she was trying to fit both her baby siblings into a hollow log and topping it with lots of sand.
They will never be able to find them here. She thought while pushing the log into the curve of the rock. Making sure they were safe.

" Saans lete rehna, main tum dono ko lene aungi. Wadah"

and she ran away

She ran in circles and around the forest.

Hunted for words in honeycomb.

She tied knots around her bedside

And all of a sudden she felt she was going to lose you.

She started losing her grip on the string

Letting it fall to the floor and shatter the beads.

His world

He sat across the room, eyeing her.

Like everything was at stand still.

The world ceased to exist but her.

The slight dangle of her earrings at her laughter.

The way her lips curved in a frown.

It was all roses and glitter.

But she was indifferent.

Waise toh teri na main bhi dhoondli maine apni khushi

Dil hi rakhay ko kabhi, ooper ooper say keh dena haan.

Identity

Ghoomti rehti thi woh,
Chappa chappa chhana,
Kona kona dhoonda,
Ek tasveer haath main liye
Talash-e-gumshudah


Wearing her read coat, she stood in the middle of the road, again today.
Asking any and every passerby to have known about the person in the picture she held.
A little torn, water marked on the edges.
The person.
Her.

Mould

Because what I posess is not truly mine,

A little of them, because they were a little of theirs,

A pinch of her, because she had the same glowing eyes.

And her also, this smile, she pasted it on me.

An enormous amount of him, because he taught me life

And you, because you taught me love

He ran from garden to garden,

Flower to flower.

Searching for butterflies,

Only to catch them and crush them,

Crush them like rocks in his hand,

Until they bled and cried,

Cried for mercy,

But little did he know,

His hands were stained with their blood forever,

And know the blood shall chase him like once he did.

Astounding misjudgements.
Comparisons kill.