Oblivion. .

Her words bled with emotions, dying to reach out that one guy who meant the world to her. His heart, cold as December mornings, failed to read it, sinking her feelings in the world of oblivion forever!

- Sheerin Naz.

December! <3

The chilling wind springing the warm memoirs cuddled up in fog, December has a way of saying good bye with profoundness, taking its footprints towards a new chapter, a new life, collecting memories imprinted in the last few chapters with a hope of inking more awesomeness thatJanuary would bestow us with.  

-© Sheerin Naz.

Kuch. . <3

Kuch tasveerien, kuch yaadien,

Kuch baatien, kuch mulaqaatien,

Kuch gham, kuch muskurahatien,

Kuch mohabbatien, kuch ranjishein,

Kuch wo beparwah andaaz, kuch wo zamaane ki fikr,

Kuch aazaadi, kuch bandishien,

Kuch manzil, kuch raastien,

Kuch khaamoshiyan, kuch shor-o-gul,

Kuch dosti, kuch dushmani,

Kuch kahaaniyaan, kuch afsaane,

Bas zindagi yuhi guzar gayi inn "kuch" uljhanon mein. . ! :)

- Sheerin Naz.

"SCREENSHOTS" - A short story.

Over the years, she had developed a habit of taking screenshots of profound, beautiful conversations she had with him. The love of her life.

"Why do you need to take screenshot of everything, Love. Aren't photographs enough?" He used to ask.

"I am collecting our memories. Everyone keeps photographs. I want to remember our conversations too". She would reply with the cutest smile.

"We are going to have a beautiful forever together. And, every day of our life would be so beautiful that you won't get time to look back at old memories". He said with all the love he had for her.

"Oh! The guy in this conversation is so cute. I want to meet him". A middle aged man, with patches of grey and white hair, his eyes shining behind the spectacles said in an excited yet kiddish tone.

"This is that guy". She pointed towards the huge antique mirror which showed his reflection.

"Are you kidding me? How can that guy be me? I don't even know you." He was annoyed.

"Hahaha! You caught me! Isn't it funny? Oh god! I am so funny!!" She acted laughing as loud as she could and he innocently joined her in.

She looked at him with eyes wet with emotions. The guy she married 25 years back did not remember her at all. The disease dementia has taken his memory away.

"Why don't you show him your photographs with him?" Her friends and family would advice.

"Those photographs would only confuse and torture him and, that is way too much for an innocent mind to handle and, I can't afford to put him through all that mental pain. I love him too much to do that to him". She would reply bluntly. Love has a way of making people honest towards their feelings.

Dementia failed to take her love for him away, it could not take their memories away from her because if it is meant to be forever, it shall be forever. No matter come what may. He had forgotten her but, he still loved to read those screenshots of conversations. Maybe he didn't realise but somewhere his heart knew that he was a part of these profound conversations. And, she was perfectly happy with the little joy those screenshots brought in their lives. <3

- © Sheerin Naz.

The good old times! :)

You have memories to look back today".

Midst the cluster of Facebook notifications, her eyes stopped at this particular notification.

"No use checking it out, it must be some stupid, illogical post I updated years back. I wonder how silly people are when we first join Facebook. Ah, ya, well! I was no exception". She tried overlooking that notification and hit the newsfeed. But, then heart has its own way of clinging to the memories, no matter how stupid it might seem. She clicked back at the notification window.

"Ummm, okay! There's no harm looking at memories". She murmured with curiosity.

And, there she was, 4 years back, smiling like an idiot with her best friend. The memories of their Manali trip came rushing to her. How she wished she could go back in time and replay those memories. She kept reading the funny, hilarious comments that photograph was bestowed with. Tears trickled down her wet eyes and, she realised that she had been looking at the laptop screen for quite a long time.

"Damn! Its been ages. I haven't talked to her. I need to call now". The emotions overflowed in her heart as she dialled her best buddy's number. Sometimes, we get so busy midst the chaos of our lives, that we forget those friendships who once were our sole reason to live. Friendships we could die for.

"The number you're calling is busy on another call". The computerised voice from the other side disappointed her. She kept trying until she was disturbed by a call on the landline.

"Who on earth is calling right now!" She was annoyed with this sudden disruption.

"Hello, Who is this"? She asked annoyed.

"Where have you been, idiot? I have had been calling you from past few minutes". She was happily surprised on hearing this familiar friendly voice. Ofcourse, how could she not recognise her best friend's voice.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! You won't believe me, I was trying your call right now, right away". She almost screamed with excitement.

"What??? Really? What a beautiful coincidence. You know, I saw our memories on . . "

"On Facebook?? Wow! Now this is freaking awesome. What timing, girl!" She cut short her sentence midway. Life has a cute way of bringing people back.

"This is epic, really!!" They shouted in unison.

And the phone call kept going, memories were replayed, recollected. They had so much to talk, so much to catch up, so much to share. The profound conversstion can never find its end when best friends talk and that too after years.

Busy? It is okay! We all are. But, take out time and call your long lost friend, once in a while. Revive your good old days, share old memories and make new ones. It would be worth it. Trust me! :)

- © Sheerin Naz.

A dream died young!

"Look at her marksheet, just 50% in Mathematics". Her father retorted.

"And, not to forget her Science marks, 55%.She is such a disappointment." Her mother fumed too.

"But, Dad, Didn't you notice my English marks? I have had got 92%, the highest in all the sections". The 9th grade girl said fearfully yet, there was hope in her voice.

"Nobody sees your literature marks. It is Mathematics and Science that make careers". Her father broke the hope she was clinging to.

"Stop wasting your time scribbling your good for nothing thoughts and pay attention on numericals and equations". Even her mother failed to understand her.

And, a dream died young that day. She was engineered to opt something she could never really understand, leave alone loving.

She was allowed to be a bad engineer or a bad doctor but, not a great writer!

- Sheerin Naz.

Mera sheher! :)

Aaj barson baad kadam apne sheher ki taraf badhe. .
Wo sheher jahan zindagi ke kuch khubsurat waqt guzre the kabhi. .
Uss zameen ki mitti aaj bhi apni si lagi. .

Sheher chhota zarur hai mera, log bade dilwale hain. .
Hamari khushi me humse zyada khush hone wale aur hamare gham me hum se zyada ghamgin. .

Aaj barson baad kadam apne sheher ki taraf badhe. .
Kuch anjaan, kuch jaane pehchane chehre nazar aaye. .
Kuch khush hue, kuch bahot khush hue milke. .
Sheher chhota hai na, khushi ke siwa kisi aur cheez ki gunjaish hi nahi. .

Aaj barson baad kadam apne sheher ki taraf badhe. .
Zindagi ki uljhanon me mujhe yaad na raha mera sheher. .
Lekin, ye sheher aaj bhi mujhe dekh muskura raha hai. .
Himmat, hausle, jeet, haar ke beintiha kisse hain iske paas. .
Ek kissa hamara bhi hai. .
Khwabo ki kahani jo iss sheher ne dikhayi. .

Ye sheher mujhe aaj bhi pehchanta hai. .
Un chhoti chhoti galiyon me aaj bhi bade bade khwab baste hain. .
Kabhi humne bhi aise hi khwab dekhe the. .
Khwab to poore ho gaye, lekin sheher kahin peeche chhut gaya. .

Aaj barson baad kadam apne sheher ki taraf badhe. . !! :)

- © Sheerin Naz.