Zenab Khan- My Childhood Pal.

There i was siting idle. Looking plainly at the wall opposite to me. Unknowing of what life would bring to me. It was just a sudden jolting action that brings me to the consciousness that there must be something more than this.

Recalling the good times i have had. The first and foremost thing i am reminded of is my blessed childhood. There’s no way i can stop myself from  this. And when you recall your childhood, it’s your childhood friend who comes to your brain. Bold, caps , italicized her name goes- ZENAB KHAN ! ! !

And my heart and brain together moulds itself to that first day of school, the first hour, first moment with someone. My childhood buddy. I can go ga ga for her the whole day and night and it would still not be enough. yes, that’s how it goes. the only name i recall in times of happiness and sadness. not every relation i have is this special. You are that one dear to me Zenab.

20 years of absolute bliss!! 20 years of pure friendship. 20 years of smiles and laughters. 20 years of all struggles fought. 20 years of happiness and not a single fight. 20 years of love redefined. 20 years of simplicity. 20 years of awesomeness. 20 years of closeness. 20 years of thew wind bringing us closer. 20 years of uncertainty. 20 years of something. 20 years of an unexplained joy. 20 years of a reason-less relationship. 20 years of this undemanded, unquestionable duos.

Guys, these are the incredible 20 years of our FRIENDSHIP.

“MARYAM KHATOON & ZENAB KHAN”.

Every time we were together, it made me forget the sanity of life and jolts me in a world of euphoria, like time has suddenly got it’s reason to smile, like everything has suddenly been brought to halt. like life coming closer, like falling stars from the sky ,Like i am talking not with my mouth but with my heart, like there are no ears listening to me, a heart listens.

Like i know the boundaries of my world. Not once did we fought in these 20 years. When together like everything fell in it’s place. No pain left to be healed, no wounds left to be removed. Like an all new of everything. Close your eyes and this busy world will come to a beautiful; standstill.

Like you can not find a stop to stop the conversation. the river and stream dont stop to flow, inspired by the energy of this bond inspired by the force between elements of this diverse world. Everything coming close like it never did before. Like the emotion got a new color, a new wave of communicating , a new of everything that your eyes can envision.

Thanks for being there 🙂

Two Friends

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Together as kids
They fought and giggled.

Together as seven year olds
They raced bicycles.

Together As tweens
they played nintendo

Together as teens
They explored the world.

Together as adults
They envisioned their future.

But now
Something has changed

They are together
No more.

Why?
Did they fought?

They’d have fought
had they been the same.

As directions changed
So did THEY.

As paths changed
So did their thoughts.

As choices changed
So did their hearts.

As hearts changed,
So did their emotions.

As life changed
So did EVERYTHING.

Was it supposed to be like this?
Friends turning strangers.

From incessant chatting
To a casual ‘hi’ on Sundays.

If this easily friends change,
Never call anyone ‘best friend’ again.

If this cold friends can be
Never trust them again.

If this shallow they turn out
Never confide in them again.

If this is how friendship concludes
Never make friends again.

Why do people malign love?
When a broken friendship equally pains.

Who’s fault is it?
To shatter these mortals.

Is their any solemner loss
Than an estranged friend?

Show them again
The effervescent colors of their childhood.

Depict them again
The bouyant laughters they laughed together.

Reckon them again
The times they stood for each other’s thick and thin.

Lead them again
To the alleys where they used to stroll.

Remind them again
The evenings when they flew kites together.

Narrate them again
Their childhood adventures.

May be then
They’ll realise what’s lost.

May be then
They’ll recall a friend who used to be life.

May be then
They’ll unite as the Two Friends again.

Roses & Thorns

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There was a girl unknown in town
Her face placid like a sea
A passionate dreamer was she.

Girls of her age stayed in vogue
Dislike their snob
Moon and stars got her heart throb.

She loved to walk the fields
But they had roses and thorns
Clarity of her choices never made her torn.

Plucking a few roses that captured her heart
Scent, tender petals made them pretty
Thorns lawfully reduced it’s beauty.

Aiming to reach the mountain ahead
To stand at it’s peak
To feel the happiness streak.

Lost in her dreams
She continued her steps
A thorn in her finger crept

It bled, it pained
But she kept her foot firm
To reach her aim, she had to be mum.

A warrior who fights
Wars of emotions unspoken
Injury on her finger was easily forgotten.

Her garden of life
Where she was taking a walk
Had little roses more thorns in stock.

Trained she was
To feel their pain
To reach her dream she would bear the strain.

The moon smiled at her
The stars narrated her tales
The majesty of her hopes would never let her fail.

Her walk is long
The mountain is far
Roses are less, thorns amass.

Life is a garden
Roses are happiness, thorns are painful treads
The dream is to reach for the mountain ahead.

# A Striver
# who believes
# Zindagi Gulzar Hai!!