Posts by Aafreen Ansari

Possible Impossibilities

And my love starts feeling like foreign language to you; Which you like listening to But, don’t understand. From being your favourite music tune to the CD that lies on the dusty closet, I guess, I have come a long way. Earlier, the fights brought us closer together. They helped us understand each other, bringing out our hidden sides. Now, They just bring silences – Unbearable and unbreakable. But they

Certain Uncertainties

You feel like hiding your face in the pillow or sitting in the closet all day, everyday.   You are so vulnerable that you’re always on the verge of crying and you know that you’ll burst in tears if someone genuinely comes and asks you ‘are you okay?’. I know.   You sit on the grass digging holes in the ground, plucking each blade of grass thinking about their fragile

Ode to Mi Amor

My love, Crumble yourself, Doubt yourself, Be a better version of yourself. Question everything and Let yourself be open To words and wisdom To criticism and everything else That makes you believe You can be better Than this. Be at peace With yourself and your surroundings For life is a maze of noises; Useful and useless ones. And one can only find their way out If they watch and hear

Letters to Love

Dear love,   Would you still remember my birthday like you remember that of your girl best friends’, if I didn’t take you out shopping just days before my birthday, with so many excuses? Would you still remember our anniversary if I didn’t make my friend deliberately slip her tongue just a day before? Would you still remember to visit my parents every time they come in our town if

Midnight Dilemmas

There was something about her on which I couldn’t really put a finger on that didn’t let me sleep for nights at length. It was the good times that we had spent together that came in rushing like a wind and brought down my wall that I had built with so much difficulty to keep her away.   No, it was not my fault. Yes, she was the one to

The Losing Battle

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The Birthday Gift

<script async src=”//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js“></script> <!– taw-responsive –> <ins class=”adsbygoogle”      style=”display:block”      data-ad-client=”ca-pub-3446446293618986″      data-ad-slot=”1428227755“      data-ad-format=”auto”></ins> <script> (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); </script> It’s my birthday and you ask me what gift do I want from you.   I think about a thousand materialistic things that are sitting idle on my to-buy list. But none of them spring to life when I think about the value

Daunting Lullabies

When some other girl comes in your life, she will find my ghost still lurking in the dark corners of you. She will be the priest who will try to purify you and I will be the evil that will refuse to leave. She will get to know you inside out except for why you never visit that coffee shop in your neighborhood anymore. It’s because its every nook and

Equals

I open my eyes to the scattered sun rays entering my room through the giant windows. I get up lazily and look around and my gaze falls on the date marked on my calendar. “24th June” is encircled with a red marker. I suddenly recall that it’s Bhaiya’s birthday today!   I hurriedly get out of bed, take a bath, and get dressed.   I come out of my bedroom to

What Love Is

I don’t know what love is. I guess it is the willingness to spend every hard-earned penny for a glimpse of happiness on the faces of the people you love. It gives you a strange satisfaction that people say green notes cannot buy. I don’t know what love is. I guess it is what makes the teen guy give away all his cool tattoo collection to save his little brother

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