A Moment...

A moment is all you need..to realize that Benedict Cumberbatch or Emma Watson is light years away from you..like Andromeda or Polaris..so there's no use lamenting over a pseudo-paramour..He'll never be yours.Period.

A moment is all you need to know that all those moments of silence led to nothing but a wasteland of lost love..As 500 days of summer quoted-''Some people are meant to fall in love, but not spend the rest of their lives together''. Yes, the truth is always bitter. But in the end, life goes on with or without some people. You just have to let go sometimes. There's no way out.

A moment is all you need to discern that the deeper you fall, the deeper the wound. So swallowing your pride isn't always prudent. It's okay to be egotistical, conceited at times. Loving yourself doesn't make you vain or selfish, but indestructible. So until the next time you get too carried away  by this strange overwhelming feeling of possessiveness or insecurity, know that it will yield nothing but an emptiness and vacuum someday. It's something like gambling. You put everything at risk for a temporal gain. And in the end, you're the one on the losing end. The strangest bit?
You still gave up every iota, in full sanity..Humans, I tell you..so utterly byzantine..

Then again, a moment is all you need to witness the joy of giving, of being selfless. Being yourself, just for a moment, in a world constantly trying to fit you in molds of different shapes and sizes.The reassurance of a warm hug, a beautiful smile, a penetrating gaze, of three simple, uncomplicated words-
It'll be okay..
It all takes a moment..

A moment to have a penchant for dark,black caffeine, for toast and cheese. For huge,furry dogs. For timid, cuddly cats. It takes less than a moment to realize Nutella is happiness in a jar. :)

But also a moment to know that every breathe you take, every dream you conjure, every tear you shed, every smile you smile..
Every time you succeed, every time you fail..
could be your last..the last time you respired, the last time your heart broke, the last time you looked at the first monsoon raindrops cascading on your window panes  and whispered, Alhamdulillah..
This life is but a moment..
Now you decide what to make of it..

Untitled emotions..

Sometimes you're so confused about how you feel. A moment ago everything is flawless , picture perfect. Youre the happiest person in the whole wide world, most loved and most cherished. The world revolves around you and you cannot help but smile blissfully. perfect......


and yet  so insanely imperfect....

One of these Days..

One of these days you will wonder how such atrocious events can possibly occur in your city. In the city you live, that very familiar, 'glitzy', 'glamorous' metropolitan where you get roasted, aromatic coffee beans in some posh, upscale cafe or bistro, where you can go all formula 1 with your Lancer in the empty streets during Eid, where material living standards have sky rocketed over the last few decades.But where poverty and fiscal might  co-exists with such a glaring contrast, you wonder whether the facade of social and economic tapestry is just a farce, a hoax-like illusion at times. Somewhere in the dark, dingy serpentine allies a child is born to descend the throne of the next drug lord or the underworld don, renouncing his right to sit in a classroom and gape at calculus equations scribbled on the blackboard. Somewhere an extortionist, a rapist, a psychopath, a murderer gains an identity, and the very mention of their names will send shivers down your spine. They will smile innocently, lend you a shoulder when you need one, listen to all  your plights with empathetic expressions and slowly, gradually will tighten their grip on you. They are like parasites, feeding on the despondent, helpless and powerless, until they start to exercise ownership rights on your soul and body. You are no longer you. You area  pawn in a deadly game of vengeance...
And then are those who where born without a heart, without a conscience. Those who lustfully ogle when a woman walks past, who whistle like intoxicated canines at the sight of flesh, whose libidinous stares are 10 times more penetrating and pervasive than X-rays. You endure them, muffle their salacious taunts by covering your ears, ignore their presence..
Until the predators pounce on an unassuming you one day..grope,molest, harass, assault...
They will encircle you like beasts corner their prey..You will scream, wail, plead and attempt to flee..
 Hordes of curious onlookers will surround you..impotent enough to not sway from their spots..
And only then will you realize how sickeningly grotesque the world around you is...

Escape..

Sometimes you're just not in the mood to smile. Nothing happened, nobody agitated you, you didn't fight with your best friend, the toaster didn't burn your bread, and the weather is perfect- yet forcing your lips to emulate that ''smiley'' emoticon takes a lot more effort than usual. You look at the mirror and all you see is a frowning, grumpy and surly looking visage that triggers irritation of the atrocious kind. Scream, rip, tear, destroy...all you want to do is vanquish whoever and whatever is around you. You're suddenly a hardcore misanthrope. You take deep breaths to assuage that temper, but all you release is exhaust fumes, like a fire-breathing dragon. Even the most appetizing food  tastes unpalatable, and you could easily dispose that packet of oreo you were hoarding for so long. A  highly  flammable specimen or maybe a combustible tinderbox. That's what you are- a wounded lion ready to pounce on a poor victim.
doesn't matter if you're unable to identify what made you so resentful, so vindictive. Doesn't matter that right now all you want to do is dig a grave and bury yourself. Or maybe hide in a dense forest like an absconding criminal. Doesn't matter that every minute crawls like an eternity..
What matters is that you're humane enough so as to not unleash a rampage on those people around you..
Those who will tolerate every onslaught like nothing happened. Those who will embrace every act of irascibility, all sorts of abrasiveness..Those who will stick through the entire session of  'i-hate-everyhthing-' and will dare not leave when you utter those two cruel words. GET LOST..
Because some people deserve better, than be on the receiving end of your wrath..
Because they love you no matter what, and will stand by, like that lonely street lamp, glowing in the foreboding darkness..
Because once the words escape, you cannot take them back..
So hurt them not, for some words are sharper than daggers...
And because some wounds..never heal...

The One..

Emotions. It's astounding how a single word encapsulates the gazillions of feelings that the human heart witnesses every modicum, every fraction of a millisecond-sometimes as transient as a gusty autumn breeze or as perpetuating as the aftereffects of a typhoon ; sometimes profound and sometimes superficial. Immeasurable and  incomparable by any form of measurement, it is the manipulation and influence of these very emotions that distinguishes us from other species. The reason why we  cannot abandon our offspring when they reach a certain level of maturity like birds do when their nestlings learn to fly, let alone cause them any physical harm whereas some reptiles and crustaceans are known to consume their eggs in certain cases.
Not only because we have been blessed with astonishingly active cerebrums, cerebellums and medulla oblongata of highest levels of functionality, but because we posses the power to love, protect , dote, care and support. Most animals are capable of the  aforementioned displays of affection, but even their reciprocation have certain limitations and inadequacies in terms of depth and longevity. There are some emotions which are unquestionably and exclusively imprescriptible, traits and characteristics we do not share with others. One of the most purest, unadulterated and divine of them is motherhood.
How do you define the relationship that a mother shares with her child?  Well if one is as impertinent enough to even attempt to express it in mere words, it would nonetheless be a futile attempt as explaining why the sun set in the west.  Such a natural, intrinsic human behavior cannot be subjected to questioning or doubt or any form of investigation, because it is probably the one and only bond that is indefinitely selfless and devoid of expectation. The moment a woman gives birth to an elongated part of her own body, she is magically bound  to the tiny living and breathing  piece of pink flesh and skin  till her last breath. It is a contract without any clause, without any condition and unassociated to expiration or exhaustion. A child is  undoubtedly an inseparable appendage to a woman's existence.One that he/she  can neither denounce nor deny, no matter what the circumstances may be.
Your pacifier, your guardian angel, your punchbag..and your last resort when the selfish world deserts you..
Your mother who stands like a shield in times of adversity, embraces like a girdle when the brunt of misery assails you and sacrifices unblinkingly even if her hands are empty..The one who has sustained you, cherished you, endured you and enveloped you for 36 weeks, combating physical discomfort and bone-crushing pain..
The one who saw your itsy-bitsy frail toes and fingers grow, who squealed with elation when you took took the first tentative steps, cried like an infant when you ailed,..and smiled when happiness kissed your feet..
The one who tolerates every bit of your irascibility, tantrums, complaints and dissatisfaction..
The one person who is more than  just indispensable and irreplaceable..
The One,,and the only..