Fájdalom [*]

I'll close my eyes,
with all my might,
just to pretend,
that I am alright,
in this abysmal dark,
through out the night,
on the tattered parchment,
I shall solemnly write,
stories of tears & pain,
of love and of delight,
and as this night,
seeps into daylight,
the fires of the sun,
my soul it ignites,
on the banks of rivers,
on shores of the sea,
combating with sorrow,
fighting off misery,
clenching my fists,
very very tight,
pretending to know,
what exactly is right,
yearning to burn,
in a fire so bright,
to etch an abode,
in the sky tonight.

*Fájdalom : Hungarian for pain.

涙〔裂け目〕[*]

I have often wondered what tears taste like; pinches of salt tossed into droplets of water, sour like those grapes that the fox could never reach, sweet like cheap cola lollies that were pungently sour at the core or bitter like tasting your hands after grinding leaves with them. It just never made sense to me. Fat, warm droplets streaming across your cheeks, settling at your lips, or getting lost in the creases of the fabric below. Some even managing to run down your neck, figuratively slitting it down the middle, making you gulp more and more until you realize that no matter how much you gulp, you can never fill in the vacuum within you. During joy or depression, how those little sneaky tears never seemed to get enough of your company and kept coming back like a bunch of unexpected relatives. How, no matter what we do, we seem to welcome them with open arms.



* 涙〔裂け目- Japanese for tears.

Music-Come-Memories. =)

Every song has a memory. It does, seriously.

Aey Paapi [Kismat Konnection]:
Dammam: UNCERTAINTY! Potent amounts. When I'd just torture the couch in my lounge with my weight the whole freaking day, just watching Koffee with Karan! Lol. That was the only thing that kept me occupied. I don't want to go through the same time again! The drama, the nonsense, the stress was so bad! But alhamdullilah, whizzed through and survived! :)

Haule Haule [RNBDJ]:
Lahore: I first heard this song in a salon whilst getting a haircut. They kept playing it over and over again and I just loved it. I was busy wondering which movie this song belonged to as the hairdresser almost burned my ears with the blow dryer. This was the time when I was pampering myself after getting into Shifa. I was so relieved. Love that time, although I was VERY nervous about college and meeting new people, but still. Sighs.

Jaane Kyun [Dostana]:
Lahore: I would listen to this song again and again! This brings back memories of the times when I went to Anarkali to shop for my medical school supplies- lab coats, books, eosin and hematoxylin pencils and what-not. My mom was so proud of me when I first tried the lab coat on. I can't forget the look on her face. =)

Will add on later.