She was continuously asking him to marry her, to
love her the way she likes to be. He was irritated by her nonsense arguments.
He has already told her so many times that he will not marry her. He ignored
her and didn’t respond to any of her question. But she didn’t stop asking for
love, for marriage to fulfill his promises. Now it became unbearable for him he
just became violent. She was standing in front of him. He rose up and beheaded
her in a moment. And when her head touched the floor he stepped forward and
held her body not to let it fall. First ever he was so close to her. First ever
he realized how beautiful she was. She was illuminating in the dark room. First
ever he had touched her. Her arms, shoulders, collar bones were crystal clear
and he was able to see her blue veins beneath the skin. She was in white today.
Blood was streaming heavily from her neck. Her charm made him forget
everything. Her transparent skin became so appealing that he couldn’t stop
himself loving her. He started to admire her. He held her in his arms very
softly and the moment next he was engaged in stripping her shoulders down
slowly and gradually. Start June 2011.
Mostly impulsive, depending on my mood and situation around and inside. I write because it makes me lighter, happier and gives me satisfaction. Giving expression on the events in life makes myself a bench mark for my better tomorrow. Sometimes, I fail to do so. Still writing is motivational and sacred, as I feel it.
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Wednesday, 8 June 2011
Monday, 28 December 2009
Aik abshaar thundi aur suffaid..... darmiyan mein ooper jati seerhian.
Aur main in seerhion ko charhti ooper jati hui.
Abshaar ka paani yakh thunda.... aur is k dono taraf sabza.... jesay green fields hotay hain.
Is sabzay say hray bhray maidan main meri family k beshtar log mojud hain,
aapa, mumaani, ammi ji, abbu ji sab.....
Wo mujhy ooper jata dekh rhay hain aur jb
main aik hadd tak opper pohanch jaati hoon tu wo mujhy mna krtay hain k bass kr
do, paani baraf ki tarha thunda hay tum freeze ho jao g. meray paaon sunn ho
chukay hain, takleef bohat ziada hay mgr main kisi say keh nahi paati. Aahista
aahista mera poora jism barf ki tarha jum jata hay aur main wahin beth jati
hoon. Ab soorat e haal yeh hay k main wapis b nahi aa skti aur ooper b nahi ja
skti. Aur goya bahar say b koi mujhy bachanay andar(abshar k) nahi aa skta. Main
hath hila kr sb ko alvida kehna chahti hoon mgr ab bohat dair ho chuki hay.
Main hath nahi utha sakti. Meri aankhon main aansoo aa jatay hain, main janti
hoon k kuch dair baad main poori ki poori barf ban jaoon gi.
107, F-II
NUST, Islamabad
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