It is indeed in the make-up of intellectual beings to inspire like minds. For instance, the very idea to jot this article for my blog. I know, it sounds boring for you to read another one after that sad tale of mine. But such are the ways of life,
“Pondering on thoughts I was,
there came Miss Walter with an applause,
Much to my amusement she did suggest,
Something in congruence to Zenny’s behest.
Yes I was ordered by my lady love
Once again to open my treasure trove
The trove in which I wove beautiful words
Words that mesmerised her like song of birds
So here I pen for my lovely girl
her mere presence makes my world swirl
Thoughts of whom makes my soul alive
nothing but an elixir, never fails to revive,
To deliver the magic of my Brown Book again
I hope I may not falter, nor my efforts go in vain.
Call it love, call it pain, call it patience or an art
Whatever that ensues has cometh from my heart...
Its been almost two years since we two had depart
This bond shall prosper even when death do us apart.
Insha Allah – Aameen.
This story here, is that part of my life, which is wonderfully painful, yet one of the best thing of things I have experienced. Shouldering the burden of a long-distance relationship isn’t a piece of cake for feeble souls. Nor that I am the master of this prowess. I would humbly say it is the genius of the sheer intensity of the bond and the joint willingness of two individuals to carry on their belief in each other. Relationships aren’t a hot theme to mince words on, rather from my eyes it is often a critique on a simple abstract of life such as a Wardrobe. Metaphorically partners have been reduced to the likes of attire, which a person may choose to switch at will. At least such is the fate of the relationships I have seen in recent times. I am indeed grateful to Almighty Allah for keeping things alive even after two years despite being separated by a mammoth distance and am thankful to this amazing lady for helping me keep it so.
The aforesaid thought of pain is an attribute of the sinking feeling; a feeling that I may experience due to the lack of family or companionship. Not to mention the obvious shortcoming of my psychological make-up. I hail from an extended-joint family and there hasn’t been a time as lonely as the aftermath of University days. For me it is tough to find a sense of direction even in simple chores of the day, as the void of an active social presence mauls me to no end. Imagine what it is to live life right from your birth amongst an extended-joint-family and suddenly being pushed to another horizon to manage things all alone. Yepp! A sense of Deja Vu prevails, especially if my mom’s not around to scold me to do this to do that. It is about time that I face the truth that I do need a partner who is a guide yet a tourist with me on this tour of life. I know only romantic fools think of someone’s waiting to go home to. But how humane can such thought be, after all I am bound to face such emotions considering am in love with this splendid lady.
The journey so far, to be exact 694 days from the time I first travelled this shores has been a gift to cherish. Not a gift for the pain of separateness and hardships, but for the fruit of patience and prudence that has kept the bond alive. Many lessons in humility has been learnt, for every callous catfights, for every arduous arguments, for every discerning disagreement and for every cordial congruence we shared, for every romantic repertoire we have, for every upbeat understanding we reach, for every magical moment we arrive and so on and on...
Often I am made to realise what a prized catch I have in you, but that is the fundamental difference between two words OWN and POSSESS. For you see, owning brings privilege to the object, while possession is nothing but pride that accompanies the object. So much so that if I be the object then I’d liked to be owned by you and if you be the object then it is my privilege to possess. It reminds me of Ketki’s banter on how you had that spark for me which she is consistently able to see since the last six years of our association. And it is not for her telling that I know what you have for me, but it is for my asking despite knowing the subliminal truth you behold for me. The condition which I go throw is similar to that of a child who is on his way to the ice-cream parlour, but still needs to be reassured time and again that he will surely have the candy once they reach, no matter how concrete and convincing the promise is, still the child needs those assuring words. Apparently that is the dose which Ketki gave me, in her words “Aarif you are very lucky to have her”, little did she know, that is what I wanted to hear. So now you know where the child in me comes from.
Every time we speak I bore you to no length with romantic words that I mince, yet you choose to call everyday to hear the same concoction time and again. Wonder how much persistence love has taught you, how much patience has distance engrained in you. To my luck hope hasn’t run out for both of us. And partly we both are indebted to many of our friends who value our bond, who never fail to appreciate the togetherness we share. And I promise them that if Allah willing, they soon shall see a day, which will be a day of days for me at least, when I seal my bond with you.
Until then the story of this long-distance relationship
shall see days and nights, seasons and reasons,
to mature and teach some sweet and unpleasant lessons.
But my gorgeous lady as I say,
if life has to go this way,
I have no complain,
Coz still then with yours my name will remain.
I am glad that you are with me,
Making every breath a reason to be.
Here I end my praise in words for you
But deep down my heart it shall forever continue...
“Pondering on thoughts I was,
there came Miss Walter with an applause,
Much to my amusement she did suggest,
Something in congruence to Zenny’s behest.
Yes I was ordered by my lady love
Once again to open my treasure trove
The trove in which I wove beautiful words
Words that mesmerised her like song of birds
So here I pen for my lovely girl
her mere presence makes my world swirl
Thoughts of whom makes my soul alive
nothing but an elixir, never fails to revive,
To deliver the magic of my Brown Book again
I hope I may not falter, nor my efforts go in vain.
Call it love, call it pain, call it patience or an art
Whatever that ensues has cometh from my heart...
Its been almost two years since we two had depart
This bond shall prosper even when death do us apart.
Insha Allah – Aameen.
This story here, is that part of my life, which is wonderfully painful, yet one of the best thing of things I have experienced. Shouldering the burden of a long-distance relationship isn’t a piece of cake for feeble souls. Nor that I am the master of this prowess. I would humbly say it is the genius of the sheer intensity of the bond and the joint willingness of two individuals to carry on their belief in each other. Relationships aren’t a hot theme to mince words on, rather from my eyes it is often a critique on a simple abstract of life such as a Wardrobe. Metaphorically partners have been reduced to the likes of attire, which a person may choose to switch at will. At least such is the fate of the relationships I have seen in recent times. I am indeed grateful to Almighty Allah for keeping things alive even after two years despite being separated by a mammoth distance and am thankful to this amazing lady for helping me keep it so.
The aforesaid thought of pain is an attribute of the sinking feeling; a feeling that I may experience due to the lack of family or companionship. Not to mention the obvious shortcoming of my psychological make-up. I hail from an extended-joint family and there hasn’t been a time as lonely as the aftermath of University days. For me it is tough to find a sense of direction even in simple chores of the day, as the void of an active social presence mauls me to no end. Imagine what it is to live life right from your birth amongst an extended-joint-family and suddenly being pushed to another horizon to manage things all alone. Yepp! A sense of Deja Vu prevails, especially if my mom’s not around to scold me to do this to do that. It is about time that I face the truth that I do need a partner who is a guide yet a tourist with me on this tour of life. I know only romantic fools think of someone’s waiting to go home to. But how humane can such thought be, after all I am bound to face such emotions considering am in love with this splendid lady.
The journey so far, to be exact 694 days from the time I first travelled this shores has been a gift to cherish. Not a gift for the pain of separateness and hardships, but for the fruit of patience and prudence that has kept the bond alive. Many lessons in humility has been learnt, for every callous catfights, for every arduous arguments, for every discerning disagreement and for every cordial congruence we shared, for every romantic repertoire we have, for every upbeat understanding we reach, for every magical moment we arrive and so on and on...
Often I am made to realise what a prized catch I have in you, but that is the fundamental difference between two words OWN and POSSESS. For you see, owning brings privilege to the object, while possession is nothing but pride that accompanies the object. So much so that if I be the object then I’d liked to be owned by you and if you be the object then it is my privilege to possess. It reminds me of Ketki’s banter on how you had that spark for me which she is consistently able to see since the last six years of our association. And it is not for her telling that I know what you have for me, but it is for my asking despite knowing the subliminal truth you behold for me. The condition which I go throw is similar to that of a child who is on his way to the ice-cream parlour, but still needs to be reassured time and again that he will surely have the candy once they reach, no matter how concrete and convincing the promise is, still the child needs those assuring words. Apparently that is the dose which Ketki gave me, in her words “Aarif you are very lucky to have her”, little did she know, that is what I wanted to hear. So now you know where the child in me comes from.
Every time we speak I bore you to no length with romantic words that I mince, yet you choose to call everyday to hear the same concoction time and again. Wonder how much persistence love has taught you, how much patience has distance engrained in you. To my luck hope hasn’t run out for both of us. And partly we both are indebted to many of our friends who value our bond, who never fail to appreciate the togetherness we share. And I promise them that if Allah willing, they soon shall see a day, which will be a day of days for me at least, when I seal my bond with you.
Until then the story of this long-distance relationship
shall see days and nights, seasons and reasons,
to mature and teach some sweet and unpleasant lessons.
But my gorgeous lady as I say,
if life has to go this way,
I have no complain,
Coz still then with yours my name will remain.
I am glad that you are with me,
Making every breath a reason to be.
Here I end my praise in words for you
But deep down my heart it shall forever continue...
