Tag: Life

I am not fair but can I still be lovely?

Sarah Leen_Nat Geo

There are certain stories that are very close to our hearts and of course quiet a touchy subject. Complexion of my skin is definitely one of those. I am not fair but can I still be lovely? Let’s see… 🙂

I am a 27 year old authentic desi girl from Pakistan injected with a high drama quotient and annoying zest for life. Below is a quick insight into my battle with my complexion, the intricate situations I faced while growing up and how I eventually made peace with the colour of my skin. (more…)


hgbiFrustrating frowns

Loud Laughter

Tender Touch

Wise Words

Guarded Steps

Harmonised breathing

Infinite staring

Her eyes to his

Before they blink

And turn away

While still connected

In a heartbeat

Pounding in their chests

Thump thump thump…




I hear the clouds roar
They are yearning to pour

Hauling thousand of secrets in themselves
Consenting to let them spill and not keeping them in shelves

Liberated, with the flow
Anticipating a better future, a glow

The drops descend
With each other they blend

The azure sky alters
Leaving no signs of any falters

Passion swells
Oomph dwells

Effects, sounds and faces
Presenting contrasting traces

The laughter, the crackle, the bubble
As the rain cleanses away the trouble

Despondently, I open my eyes and find myself in a flood
Which reminds me of a stream, of colorless blood

I look up and watch as the sky bellows to be
In its ordeal, it tells the tale of no-one but me…

Angels and Demons


Never accepting defeat

Until the sand of grievances puffed into the air
And claimed its pertinent fare

Blue sky turned to grey
The passion went astray

He said he would never hurt me
He read like he would never desert me

The tables turned
A life burnt

From lashes to bashes
From bashes to ashes

Angels became Demons
Demons became Angels

Integrating, amalgamating, mixing
As it was all laid down by God while fixing

I become cold and turn still
As memories unfold and rain drops descend my hill

I wrestle with my clipped wings and yearn to fly
But in flashes, I watch my life go by!

Because I miss you…

My shadow stalking me…

Every day and every night
In the land of our memories,I take a flight
When you taught me the distinction
Between wrong and right

When you set parameters for me to achieve
A glorious height
Not letting anything become an obstacle
Or an absolute fright

You saw me limping
But you never let go my finger
I witnessed perseverance in your glistening eyes
The very reason which never lets my zest die

You trusted me
When my goal, I myself, could not even see
You awakened my self-esteem
When I was not even capable of a dream

Today I fly in the sky
While you peacefully lie
In a different world
But every time, for you my wings curl

Tracing your presence
In the hollow ambience
Your touch
Your breath

For I terribly miss you
Every memory turns me blue
Narrating a tale of our link
As it was written with the eternal ink

I await the sight
The lovely day when we’d unite
When you would be mine
And I would be thine


I remember it well…


I saw you walking towards me

Getting closer and closer

With each swift stride

Plummeting the distance between us in seconds

That was the first time I saw you

I remember it well

I saw you sitting next to me

In a majestic Chapel

With stained glass windows and stone carvings

You watched me as my camera flashed

Capturing that moment

I remember it well

I saw you lying on the lush grass

While I sat by your side on a sun-kissed afternoon

Watching time go by, slowly and gradually

Under the calming shade of a tree

I remember it well

I saw you walking with me

In sun, rain and snow

Across different cities

Arms entwined

Steps synchronised

I remember it well

Days, months and years passed

I stopped seeing the same glint in your eyes

The glint that matched my own

It had gradually vanished followed by an immediate realisation

Making me question myself, of my value

In those gleaming eyes and your life

I remember it well

I still see you around albeit in my thoughts

Walking, sitting and lying beside me

Like parallel lines, you and I

Near or far – but never intersecting

Each going resilient in its own universe

In a different domain, estranged to the other

And I am going to remember it well...