Dormitory Design - Semester 8 - IBA Campus Karachi

a night's dream

She held the pen with the pink teddy on the back and begun to write those words. She knew what exactly to say to him but was too shy to do so. Yet she wanted him to know so bad. It had been four years and he was someone who she could totally depend on. He had given her all the reasons to smile, every reason to laugh and been there with those huge hugs when her eyes would go wet. Tonight she begun to write to him. The pen rolled over the paper gently so it seemed as a dancer it would measure every move and each word that came down on to the paper was crafted right deep in her heart. The words flowed in their totality and the reason for her secret smiles was now shared by the green lined paper. She thought she was done writing and stared silently at those words for sometime. Yet she smiled again seemingly unsure of her sureties. She looked at the clock and grinned for no apparent reason. It was four in the morning but she wasn't sleepy and yet very chirpy slowly singing songs to herself. It seemed like a beautiful dream and she didn't want to wake up if it was one. Shutting all the worries she chose to walk this way only because what she felt was the most beautiful feeling she had ever had in her entire life. Those eerie goosebumps and that hesitation to say what she wanted were moments she had memorized to live again and again. She folded that paper neatly and put it beside her green school book carefully. Morning seemed too far away as she counted those five hours on the clock against the back wall. Taking a deep breath she climbed into the bed and hugged the sheets in complete joy! She lay down on those silk sheets thinking of tomorrow to be her immaculate dream. All her dreams were all but figures of her own imagination but this time she wanted them to come to life. Slowly she closed her eyes anticipating for a tomorrow that already was.

The note

you could have said a word before,
or given a small tear to roll,
even a short look of grieve,
when handing out that deadly brief;

it said all but by who,
i tried to find you i knew,
read over and over till no more,
voices are lost and eyes are sore;

and when the wall started to break apart,
they walked over a broken heart,
crumbling under a shattered man,
without his soul now he may stand;

an art that could be taught,
passion that saw the worst drought,
my south road became your north,
beauty of thy love is all the gutters' worth;

there is no truth that life is unfair,
you wont make it all that bad,
give you smiles to make me sad,
all is said but not all is read;

on the shores, mending my boat,
giving all to get a little note,
they know it and so do you,
in there there was no you.

Wasted

As she walked on those weeds, I sit here and watch those beautiful feet touch the grainy sands. Her fair skin glowed in the evening sun and my eyes comforted at the sight of her smiling to herself. That smile is the beautiful spell that is cast over me all so many times again. This is my pain- I chose it for myself. Half soaked in water I wonder if this self infliction will ever end and if this night ever see a morning. The day may break in every time but who can make the darkness to escape? I question God's work, respect His decisions and ask for what i must get. Its like that bottle of wine you cant help getting drunk on, knowing no matter how bad it will be. Linguistically its referred to as addiction, the heart calls it love.

On the road back I see those car headlights coming closer and closer only to speed away. My neck feels too heavy to hold up this head. I want to bow down to Who knows all. How many times I breakdown is so okay to me that I care not move my lips to murmur a prayer even. My smile denies its self and the path seems never ending. I may leave thy footsteps on this road but I never wanted to be a traveler on it. Deep down in the depths of my self I wanted to be here forever. For once I wanted to be what I am. To find out who I am- for someone that is. Do prayers work and if the wishes come true? I let fate decide. Whatever the result, I loose both ways; one with a wrenching heart and other with everything I could possibly have. If only the rivers from these eyes ever fall into her deep oceans.