Musafir Biru

bismillah. You know how we get all giddy when a crush of ours actually notices us? Or when we get attention from someone we're dying to meet? Or when our parents grants us what we desires most? And after the encounter, we smiled all day, even in public and people thought we were insane? And you feel you just got swept off your feet and felt like flying? That just happened to me. I was literally, swept off my feet. I was going to a replacement class early in the morning a few days before. I was trying to walk stronger by the day, because I realized there was no point shutting down forever. As I walked alone under the sun, and reciting my morning supplement of ma'thurat, my vision was a bit troubled, so I put my glasses away. And there I was, alone on the road. And then, a car pulled over to my right. The driver, a woman, told me to get in. As an almost extreme introvert, I was reluctant to do so. Remember those TV shows where kids says, "Mommy ...

bismillah. So last Thursday, I was in class. And then I got a text, a Whatsapp message to be exact, from my sister in India. My dear lecturer back in college was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. It was 10.00 am. My first class of the day had just started. There I was, in the middle of the class, in between classmates, trembling... holding up my tears... I lost my focus and everything that my lecturer said , taught and did in front of the class, was gone like the wind. Even the events of the force-me-to-eat-tomato that traumatized some of my classmates was nearly forgotten. I was lost. I couldn't deal with it. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. Okay, that got out wrong. No close relative of mine has ever been admitted to the hospital for days and then diagnosed with a possible terminal illness. I was shocked. Literally. I have no clue as of what to do, how to react, and so I did what I do best under these circumstances. Shut down. I know, I shouldn...

Walking Trying on a straight line Mind set to be sober of all the drunken lies and deceit Hands grasping tight for a moment A short moment to let them believe I was holding to reality But I am slipping away from what seemed the truth Like throwing lassos to the moon hoping it would come down There were vicious demons at war in my head credit A decision to jump off the cliff seemed like right Standing brave like walking planks on the pirate ship A dangerous irony to run away from swords But all the while, diving in to the eye of the storm Mind over muscle I became crippled Unable to walk Unable to move It was a battle to which I lost In the eyes of the survivors, I might be a hero But to a sight deeper than what was seen I remained idle. A dead man walking in the woods credit Searching for a way home To my loyal readers (and new ones), i apologise for keeping you waiting this long for a post. i have numerous drafts, in...