amnafarooqi

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A Series of Seaside Mishaps.

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[amnafarooqi]

Loneliness, my lover

Between lilac sheets and lucid daydreams, She comes to me, A phantom ghost, a translucent being, And whispers sweet nothings, Miserable and haunting, Embraces me, crushing my ribs, Leaving me wanting, gasping, Clings onto me, sucking my soul, Softly killing, while all I say to her: "Loneliness, my lover, You're a petty darling".

-Amna Farooqi

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What makes you a writer?

If you write, that makes you a writer.

Haven’t written in a while but want to get back to it?

You’re a writer.

Haven’t published yet or don’t plan to?

You’re a writer.

Only write fanfiction?

You’re a writer.

Don’t have any readers?

STILL A WRITER!

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Our friendship is like the sacred oaths of innocent youth. Like whispered sweet nothings and the warmth of a dainty hand. Our friendship is like exquisite Indian hand-crafted artistry, painted a delicate kaleidoscope of colours that I would die then let it break. You to me are the serenity of breakdown, the comfort of a winter blanket and the love that comes from beautiful acceptance.

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"Dear Naanu"

Dear Naanu, if Time was circular,

I would always go back to,

Spring in Muscat, picking bougainvilleas with you,

and playing hide and seek, just us two.

I’d go back to your house during summer,

My brothers, with heroic tales every night,

And your melodic lullabies to sleep to.

To Monsoon, in your evergreen garden,

splashing in puddles, your sunshine smile,

and our laughter drenched in an innocent hue.

I’d go back to winter, the scent of maple syrup in the air,

with overnight ludo, and your warmth,

The only thing true.

Dear Naanu, if Eternity exists,

I would spend it all with you.

FYI, Naanu means Maternal grandmother in Urdu, a language spoken in India and Pakistan.

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“The Beginning”

Words are a risky bet. 

Writing, a dance precarious.

Where is the balance between risking it all and finding yourself?

Where do I draw the line between you and I?

How I do fill in the gaps between us?

Where do I pause, 

Where do I stop. 

But most importantly, where do i begin?

Here.

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“The Beginning Of The End”

It’s the beginning of the end,

because counting the distance between us,

while you lay on the opposite side of the bed,

seems larger to me than all our years together.

It’s the beginning of the end,

because all your restrained glances,

and deep frowns weigh heavy on me,

than your lovesick gaze and our shy dances.

Its the beginning of the end,

and Instead of letting go,

I’ll tighten my grasp on your hand.

Inspired by BTS’ song “Your Eyes Tell”

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“Mother”

Mother, you carried me for months,

And now I carry your burden,

through every city, I pass,

In every home, I’ve ever lived in,

and with every person, I’ve loved.

This is your legacy,

I quietly, patiently and obediently carry,

hoping for one day when I am not gasping for breath,

carrying your heavy weight.

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“Still With You”

Inspired by Jungkook’s “Still With You”.

Isn't it a tragedy to be away from your love,

Is what I think when I am sitting alone,

With only cheap ramen as my dinner and a broken roof to call my home,

When I am Counting the distance, the minutes, the seconds between us,

When I am Peering through the window, Seeing two figures huddled closely under an umbrella and only inches apart,

Isn't it truly a tragedy that you're not here with me,

But I am still with you.

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“Nevermind”

Inspired by the song “Nevermind”, BTS.

My stage is a bit strange,

Shrouded in darkness,

With only echoing silence to fill in the seats,

And the only person watching me is my reflection on the polished tiles.

Its Bend, push, spin and then a graceful pause,

But for me it’s only Bend, push, fall, fall and fall.

Sore, tired legs, I still stand,

Body aching and crying,

But I still dance towards my destiny,

Because one day this pirouette of mine will be complete,

This music of mine on beat,

But until then its only nevermind, nevermind.

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“First Love”

Inspired By First Love, BTS.

I remember a life through rose-coloured lenses,

Of innocent laughter and bright smiles,

And the first time I ever touched you.

Oh, isn’t it beautiful to be in love,

To hold so closely something to your heart,

To have something to wish upon a star.

I remember your polished surface, your twinkling tiles,

Your beautiful melody, a rhythmic constellation,

And I remember, I whispered to my heart “I wish to consume to my entire being with your love”.

Now, when I am older, my glasses a little rustier,

I still think of you, and us,

Partners in crime, lovers till the day we die,

And I think, “I May have lost a lot with time

But I am grateful to still call you mine”.

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Family Heirloom

When I was young, maybe around 13 or 14, my mother had looked at my hands and had said “They’re just like mine and Grandmother’s, hands of a surgeon or hands of an artist”. Ever since then my hands have been my pride, a gift passed down to me, a family heirloom.

My fingers are lean, long and slim and exactly like my mother had said: the hands of an artist or a surgeon. Funny how physiology can determine your personality because my to some extent my mother had been right.

I have been told that my hands were steady and stable, that the art they made had so much potential, so much detail. I have also been told that the lines on my hand foretold a future doctor. 

The paths ahead were simple; the road travelled by my Grandmother, leading to Art or the road travelled by my Mother, leading to medicine.

But I didn’t choose either. I drew my own path. Defied the stars.

I chose Writing.

Writing, My first passion. my true love and the thing I think of when I hear Taylor Swift sing “I gave my blood, sweat and tears for this”.

But it is also the reason my mother’s gaze is a little less bright when she looks at me, subtly hints at what I could have been, all the lives I could have saved and all the prestige I could have had. It is also the reason why my grandmother  sometimes frowns when I make excuses for not having time for art, for never showing any of my friend’s artwork because she’ll be disappointed in me.

And so just like that, choosing writing made me guilty but that is until epiphany struck me: My hands, long, lean and slim are a writer’s hands too. They’re not only meant to hold a brush or a scalpel but also a pen. And though these hands  just like my  grandmother’s and mother’s, are mine first.

My hands. My passion. My destiny.

Mine.

And I am grateful for that and maybe one day when my daughter, with hands just like mine chooses a different path, I’ll frown at her too.

Happily though. 

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