muted_musings

  I have lived half a century in this world of realism and fantasy And I have made much mistakes and learned a good deal of truths, Seen multitudes of people and spent many days of joy and distress. But of all the moments I have ever lived and will ever live, The moment I knew I'd become a father for the very first time would be marked the highest in my graph of blissful happiness. And it was you my child, who emplaced me in the 'n'th level of ecstasy. I was afraid to release my grip on your cute soft hands And send you to people and places beyond my field of eyes, For I knew the world isn't as lovely as you've dreamt off And that it had handsome monsters extending candies. But above all the fears, I'd to let you go to taste some, To sense the real ones from the fake in the years to come, To bring few tasty toffees to share at home. I remember the days when I had bathed you And clothed you with the new school uniform, With a heart so heavy with t

 I have wondered umpteen times on how I would have survived if I didn't pray. For all the blessings disguised as hardships and harships disguised as blessings that have come my way, I cannot fathom how I would've overcome them if I didn't know my comfort was in prayer.  Every rememberance of Him I utter when I slip to fall and the verses I recite when I'm mesmerised by His creation, unknowingly gives me a sense of being in harmony with a bigger truth.  Tears that wet the cheeks while seeking forgiveness and the eloquent silence that follows, lightens the heavy chest and the piled up files of regret, agony and guilt flies away to disappear into thin air.  The faces that pops up in my mind while praying and the names that are worth a mention are people whose roots are tangled with mine. The connection of holding them in that cold soil is beyond the gentle warmth of a physical hug.  Desires are and will always be in the front and would never forget to mark its presence eve

Demolish our homes Our status is not on those concrete walls. Take away our loved ones Our love through prayers will reach them anyway. Strip off our headscarfs and clothing Our honor is the unwavering faith we uphold. Punch and crush our bodies Our souls won't lose an atom weight of power.  Take away our lives Our wish to die a martyr will be fulfilled.  You may wipe us out.  But the truth you are afraid of will remain here,  Even after your rotted brains become fossils.  If your intent is to provoke and scare us,  Know that we are progenies of visionaries,  Who had fought tyrants like you since the beginning of history.

  I wonder if you would write me a paragraph of love For which I would melt like an iceberg on time lapse. I wonder if you would serenade me with melodies of romance For which my heart would dance like a whirling dervish. I wonder if you would tell stories of far away lands So that I would drift to sleep dreaming of us being there. I wonder if you would ask of the intricacies of my ambitions So that you could cheer to walk through untrodden paths. I wonder if you would tell lame jokes and share memes To which I would laugh with all its awkwardness and more. I wonder if you would teach the tender spots of your heart To which I can prepare myselves for aiding strength to you. I wonder if we would pray together soon after the union And you would give a forehead kiss after soulful Duas. I wonder if our first voyage would be to my host country And spent a part of us in the lands of peace with serenity. I wonder if, Our Lord would be pleased with us. Our parents would be gr