Thursday, 23 February 2017

Rain, books and coffee.

It was one of those rainy days when solitude was all she wished to seek, where she could unwind herself midst the rhythm of raindrops. And, her idea of solace was nothing short of a magical journey which found its destination in the profoundness of the withered pages of her favourite books. 
A little drenched in rain, she took a brief walk down the book cafe. Her eyes gleamed with happiness as she stood there for a while, admiring the beauty of the book cafe carved intricately from woods with a tinge of vintage effect to it. This was her happy place where life embraced her with open arms. It seemed as if she had always been here, wandering past the book shelfs, inhaling the fragnance of the books, falling in love with stories in the process of reading, creating memories dipped in happiness and melancholy, inking thoughts over a cup of coffee and enjoying her solitude to the core.
She was meant to be here for, a bibliophile was about to fall in love with someone other than book characters.
Unaware of the unprecedented events that was about to happen, she ordered her usual Cappuccino and took out her favourite book "The fault in our stars". She was reading it for the umpteenth time yet, never had enough of it. On days like this, the pratogonists "Augustus Waters and Hazel Grace" used to be her companions of solitude. Their love story broke her heart yet healed it at the same time for, she was everything made up of paradoxes, contradictions, metaphors and profoundness.
Lost in the warmth of the Cappuccino and her book, she kept reading it, embracing every emotion inked on its withered pages. Once in a while, she tucked her hair coming in between the beautifully carved words. And, this was the time cupid came knocking.

"The world is not a wish granting factory, my friend".
She was happily startled by this sudden interruption for, there stood a guy who just quoted her favourite sentence from the book she absolutely loved.

"Tfios fan?" She chuckled while calming her nerves.

"Any doubt? afterall, the pain demands to be felt, doesn't it?" He smiled while taking his seat opposite to her.

"Indeed, it does". She reciprocated while trying not to get lost in his deep, enchanting eyes.

"I might fail miserably in my attempt of not sounding creepy but, I have been observing you from the moment you entered in the cafe". His tone was mild yet firm.

"Is that so? I didn't realise". She was startled again.

"More than the rain, you seemed drenched in your thoughts and, your melonchalic expressions while experiencing heart break at the hands of a paperback melted my heart a little too much". He confessed as the cupid hit him hard.

"I just love Tfios a little too much. It is tragically beautiful". She smiled conciously.

"So, who is your favourite? Augustus or Hazel?" The Tfios fan within him was eager to know.

"Hazel is a sweetheart but, I love Augustus more". She confessed.

"I heart Hazel Grace though, I am yet to find someone as profound as her in real life". He looked in her eyes dropping obvious hints.

"I haven't found my Augustus either". She knew the wait was over.

"I won't mind being your Augustus if you promise to be my Hazel Grace". He always wore his heart on sleeves.

"I hope our stars won't have any faults". Her heart was overwhelmed.

That day, the book cafe witnessed a love story inked from the mutual love of books, emotions, thoughts and memories. It's said, a lot can happen over coffee; little does the world know that a lot can happen over books too.
Rain, coffee, books and two bibliophiles lost in the infinite memoirs of Tfios, could there be a love story better than this? Never ever.

© Sheerin Naz.





Monday, 20 February 2017

Never settle for less.

While you sit beside, sharing your life, dreams and stories with me, I try looking in your eyes to find a reassurance of my existence in your conversations. But, all I observe is a void which is going nowhere. My heart sinks, my vision gets blurred, your voice still echoing in my ears yet there seems a deafening silence all around. You seem strangely undisturbed, lost somewhere in a world where I cannot find my destination. Your presence makes me feel lonely, you are right in front of me yet I find you distant, very distant. I feel as if I am midst an oasis in a far away desert yet, my thirst remains unquenched. Slowly, my thoughts get a vision, you are still talking, unaware of the chaos within my heart. I look at you once again, not to find any assurance this time but, to break free. I hold your hand and smile. You seem clueless.

"My chaos can never find solace in a world carved solely for you". I say with a profound sadness and walk away.

I don't look back. I never will for, someday, somewhere I shall find a place I can call home, someone who can quench my soul, someone whose life, dreams and conversations will have my existence imprinted everywhere. Till then, I shall keep walking and explore life, one moment at a time.

© Sheerin Naz.


Saturday, 10 December 2016

Never belittle heartbreaks.

Never belittle heartbreaks 'cause it is the broken pieces of your heart that brings out your best version. It is the excruciating pain of those scars and wounds inked permanently in your heart that motivates you to carve stories of success and let the world know you are not any "damsel in distress" but, a "fiery queen" who knows to fix her crown, mend her heart and take on the world like a total badass!

© Sheerin Naz.

Friday, 9 December 2016

Pizza is love.

Alone, directionless and lost.

She woke up to the chaos of life, staring blankly outside the window for hours.

Suddenly, her eyes gleamed a little and a smile replaced her usual frown as she rushed outside.

Her box of happiness opened as her taste buds got the treat of her favourite "Double cheese crunch pizza".

The nearby pizza shop gave her the happiness that people around her couldn't.

© Sheerin Naz.

Tuesday, 22 November 2016

The fleeting eternity : LOVE. [A poem!]

He was a magician bestowed with the power of words.
He could kill people with his wits in a world of bleeding swords

He enlightened souls with his prose, poetry and story.
And embedd intricate character enduring mystery.

He was a man whom you could love, hate but, not ignore
When he wrote, the birds danced and moon lit the sea shore.

But, destiny played it's card
And his life stepped forward.

The magician of words met his muse
But, all his thoughts did was refuse.

His magical words refused to cast their spell.
And all he could do was sit and wail.

She came and took away his magic
'Cause his heart had already gone with her and that, my friend was very tragic.

She was the story of his life
But, for her, he was an unwritten paragraph torned with a knife.

© Sheerin Naz.

Monday, 14 November 2016

Beparwah, befikr bachpan.

Yaadon ki dhundli si tasveer mein aaj wo beparwah aur befikr bachpan phir jhaankta nazar aaya,

Khwahishon, khushiyon, maasumiyat aur muskurahaton se gulzar bachpan ki yaadien,
Aaj bhi sukun de jati hain,
Zindagi ke uljhanon mein ek lamhe ke liye hi sahi,
Khushiyan beshumaar de jati hain.

Yaadon ki dhundli si tasveer mein aaj wo beparwah aur befikr bachpan phir jhaankta nazar aaya!

© Sheerin Naz.

Tuesday, 1 November 2016

Nostalgic November.

The wind ushering the leaves tangled in the thoughts of "Nostalgic November", the mild shivers springing up the memoirs long forgotten, the moments inked deep down in a corner of heart. I wonder how November has a way of bringing back so many memories.

© Sheerin Naz.

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