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Now Let Me Tell You How She Finally Claimed Me

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Story of Azar Haider and His Lady Love: Let me tell you how I met her and Then how she left me.
But I cannot let her go.  Because With her, my dreams come true. 
I thought I had it all. But with dreams come challenges, in love comes villains. 
You need to fight for everything worth having. I won’t give up. No more stupidities. No more fuck-ups.
There are things to be done. So we play Mirza and Sahiban: Version 2.0.
Operation Aayath was a success. But I failed.  


Aayath

Azar Haider.
He came for me.
My lover, my savior
He is here with me.
Do I call him Azar or Haider?
Does it matter?
I cant talk anyway.

He is weeping.
Does he not want me anymore?
Does he not love me anymore?
I can live with the scars, Azar
But cannot live if you decide to leave

I quit trying to speak since I was eight
I never wanted to speak until Azar
Now I do, so badly, so desperately
Three books are full with the words for him
I try once again, air whooshes out of my lungs.
That’s my language, that’s how I talk.

Azar stops crying and looks
How do I tell him
That the scars don’t hurt but his tears do
How much I regret not pulling my veil off
That I am sorry I punished him too long

I wipe away his tears
He cries some more
My fears are unfounded
He is weeping for my pain, my beauty, my curse

I want to speak
I want my words, non-existent sound
My profound feelings and love to reach him
I open my mouth and try his name again
Azar…

This is no Bollywood film
I do not magically get my sound at the climax
I am still me
I am still mute

He hears or feels, I don’t know
Coz’ am pulled into such a deep hug
I feel like I have been pulled back to life
Well, its true, of course.

How long have we known each other?
We had sex twice, or was it one and half?
Stared at each other
Spent three hours one day each for six weeks together
Can I say we dated at his house?
For god’s sake, this man gave Me a massage
He slept once hugging me

He never once saw my face
He tried to only once
Words? Silence?
Both equally eloquent when it came to us
We just… connected.

My name is a prayer on his lips
Now I know what my name means
Everyone calls me Noor
But I am Aayath
Only Azar’s Aayath.
I like being his Aayath.

So I write his name
On his chest with my fingers
And write some more
A love letter

Azar,
Thank you.
I am alive
I am free
I am in love
I have you
And that’s enough
I don’t care about the scars
Touch them and all I feel is you
It doesn’t hurt when I am with you
As long as you don’t care about my scars and past
I will live
I am yours, if you will have me
I am sorry I didn’t reveal my face before
Now I don’t have a face to sho…

He doesn’t let me finish
He hugs and kisses
Wrapped in his arms
I think this is how Home feels

I won’t be used anymore.
I won’t be abused anymore
Not alone, not lost
But anchored to his heart
The way he holds me…
Ya Allah… I want to die like this…

*

Azar

And now you know how she claimed me
For this life and every one after this too
I am no genius, no furry ball of comfort
But she still chose me
Even after the fate I bought her
Ya Allah, I must have done something good somewhere
Thank you for blessing me
Thank You for giving me Aayath
Aayath.


The End

Operation Aayath was a Success. But I Failed.

Story of Azar Haider and His Lady Love: Let me tell you how I met her and Then how she left meBut I cannot let her go.  Because With her, my dreams come true.  I thought I had it all. But with dreams come challenges, in love comes villains.  You need to fight for everything worth having. I won’t give up. No more stupidities. No more fuck-ups. There are things to be done. So we play Mirza and Sahiban: Version 2.0.


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I calculate 70 meters between us
A man from my team jumps from the roof on the man with the knife
Aayath falls in a heap on the floor
Six more jumps on the rest of the lackeys
Bless my boys. Bless them all.

We continue the bloody fight
I don’t think
I just shoot the Bastard on his head
He made her bleed, fuck
Never again.
It is bloody over.

I rush to Aayath
Tear her pardah
I lift her veil
I gasp, I can’t breathe
That Bastard has scarred her completely
Her face and her body

Slashes of knife, deep gashes
Feeble pulse beats on her neck
Blood drips from her wounds
The bastards tortured her to no end

Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh
She bleeds in my arms
Life trickles out of me
I can’t bear the pain she endured
I hear echoes of her silent screams of agony
All because of me. All because of me.

I can’t help but weep like a madman
What have I done! What have I done!
I should have been more planned
I am responsible for this.

Doctors say not to hope
She is beaten, battered and burnt and bled
A tougher fate awaits if and when she wakes up
If and when? No. No way at all…
Deformity for a beautiful woman is worse than death.
My beautiful Aayath, now scarred and marred

All because of me
She will hate me
All because of me
And I said I loved her!
I promised to never hurt her!
What have I done?
All because of me

After 21 days of sedation and surgeries
Of suffering and more agony
I see her naked once again
Her silk skin stitched and patched
If Taj Mahal was ruined with bloody scratches and streaked with tar, how would it look?
My Aayath looked like that.
Ya Allah… I can’t…

All because of me
I weep again for what I did to her
For the fate I bought to her
I understood the meaning of the dread in her eyes only too late.

We Play Mirza and Sahiban: Version 2.0

Story of Azar Haider and His Lady Love: Let me tell you how I met her and Then how she left meBut I cannot let her go.  Because With her, my dreams come true.  I thought I had it all. But with dreams come challenges, in love comes villains.  You need to fight for everything worth having. I won’t give up. No more stupidities. No more fuck-ups. 


mirzaIt is a bloody fight
There are screams, but of pain
Thrusting and pushing
But of knives and knees
We have two casualties
They have more

When I get to her, she is wearing a pardah again
Will I ever see her face before I die?
She doesn’t move
Just terrified or is she hurt?

The Bastard holds a knife at her throat
Not even grenades and AK 47 together packed enough power to stop me today
But that knife at her throat…
I stop
My heart falters, my men pause
Its eighteen heavily armed cops against six ruthless criminals
With one holding a knife at Aayath

“Azar stays back and rest leaves. Or the girl dies.”
My men don’t budge, it leaves a trail of blood on her throat
Fuck! On my word they reluctantly leave
This is my war, so be it.

The man with knife speaks again
“Oh Mirzya! Come and get your Sahiban.
But don’t blame me if she is dead by the time you reach here.
Blame it on yourself”

There is no question of retreat
Just the right way of ambush
I can’t afford mistakes
Not this time

If I take a step closer he will slide in the knife
If I walk away she lives, that old life again
Either way, she is dead.

Wanton Wants

I shouldn’t.

I won’t.

I can’t.

But I want. 

More than want.

I need. 

I crave. 

Still, I can’t.

*

I’ve no idea what to make of this. But this is what is going on inside my mind now. Constant duel between what I can have, what I am supposed to and what I want. 

In response to today’s daily prompt: Deny

I Won’t Give Up. No More Stupidities. No More Fuck-Ups

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Story of Azar Haider and His Lady Love: Let me tell you how I met her and Then how she left meBut I cannot let her go.  Because With her, my dreams come true.  I thought I had it all. But with dreams come challenges, in love comes villains. 


Ten men beat me black and blue
I ache thinking how much she might have got
It was ill -planned and I was clueless
So it’s true that love makes you stupid, real fucking stupid

They change her location and owner
I am in deep shit and I haven’t even seen her face
Not that I care
She needs me, now more than ever

I turn into the ideal cop I never was before
I flip the city upside down inside out
Lock-ups are full, brothels exposed
Several freed and many secrets revealed

I still can’t find her
I change strategy
Deflect, feign loss of interest
I make a show of leaving the city, go off the grid

I sniff the streets like a dog for info
I burrow the alleys like a filthy town rat
I get bits and pieces and whiffs of Aayath
My heart beats for her, the fate I got her

God! Keep her safe, give her strength
Her name, my lifeline
Finally and finally I find where she is
No more stupidities. No more fuck-ups.

Operation Aayath
With twenty men armed to the hilt
We bust their fort
Love and faith is more deadly than they know

But with Dreams Come Challenges, In Love Comes Villains

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Story of Azar Haider and His Lady Love: Let me tell you how I met her and Then how she left meBut I cannot let her go.  Because With her, my dreams come true. 


She has an owner now
She is in a cage now
She is on display now
Not anymore, though

I make my proposition
silent surrender or legal battle
And the Bastard rejects
Not a wise choice man… not at all

So I make a plan
But I need to know where she stands
Even if Aayath doesn’t choose me
She is not doing this anymore.

At her door, I announce myself
Maybe she has company
Will she have company?
I’ve never been to her room before
The door opens and my heart soars

Funny woman, she is again veiled
Awkwardly so, holding it with her hands
She closes the door and stand with her back to it
Our roles reversed, Ah yes, our little game it is
I can see shadows, hints of her nose lips and cheeks

“Aayath…”
How her eyes flared at that
Mine! Mine! Mine!
“Eh…I came to… You…
Would you… Eh…”
Now she is laughing, great!

“Aayath, (I never leave an opportunity to say her name aloud)
Leave all this and come with me Aayath.
I promise you will never be hurt.
No questions. No pointing fingers.
Come with me.

Why?
Why because I love you.
As you are.
Everything that you are.”

All fire in her eyes is replaced with dread
Fuck, this is not what I expected
She likes where she is?
“I can’t bear someone else touching you Aayath…”
Or is there someone else? Fuck!

Before she responds, doors burst open
I am dragged out, I hear slapping sounds
I fight, shout and kick
Oh God! she can’t even scream.