The Dried Petals

It was the last continuation party. We raised toast to the amazing four years of togetherness. Soon, we were all going to lead our separate ways, carrying sweet memories that will be etched forever in our hearts for the rest of our lives. Memories that will be the best companions in lonliness. It felt so scary, leaving behind parts of our hearts and souls in that place. Holding the photograph, nostalgia crept up like a dirty liar. Everything seemed so different for that one day. The girls whose bitching echoed off the corridor walls were crying, the boys who shared different squads; bullying each other, were now suddenly hugging. It was the feeling, the moment when your eyes and heart both bleed. You don’t realise the worth of the things you have, till its time to say goodbye. All you ever wish is to go back there and live it all again even for once.

It was ‘sovereign light cafe’ mixed with some piano notes played in the background. He looked around. A beautiful black dress caught his attention and the girl, well, she caught him off gaurd.

And he was taken aback, to that one morning he clearly remembers. How she had said it in a far away voice “I dreamt, I was in a black dress and you in a tux. I had the best dance with you.” And also his answer to her imagination, “Dreams that we see in the last hour of the night, they turn real.”

That was two years ago, the second year of college. They were to date each other until she stepped back all of a sudden. Since then it has been only small talk between them, to save the friendship.

Now there she was, standing out in the crowd at the mixer. She had developed a tanned and smooth face, and let her curly dark brown hair grow and fall on the sides beautifully.

She was coming closer, and he could feel his heart do a summersault. They both looked at each other for a moment or two and thats when her lips curled up in a smile. “Won’t you make my dream come true?”
“What do you mean?”He said it, trying his best to pretend he didn’t remember.

“That dream I had, one of those calls in the mornings?” She smirked.
You still remember them all?” He said in a challanging way, qestioning, in a manner, the unacknowledged space they had created since then.
“Well.. I… I do. Considering I dont have a weak memory.” And somehow she controlled the words her tounge could have uttered.

He raised his hand to hold hers and looking in each other eyes, they were now dancing.
The room slipped away somehow as they lost themselves in each other’s eyes. Two weary travellers resting at the oasis in desert. Two birds on a tree, listening to the waterfall. There wasn’t any music blending in their ears, just their heart beats and the fire in each other’s eyes, making even their souls dance. No words came out of their mouth, yet their eyes talked endlessly. And they knew that all was known in the sacredness of that silence.
“I feel like I’m dreaming it all again. Please don’t wake me up.” She said. Her eyes closed, tears rolling down her cheek.

“Why, you so cruel? Don’t ditch me like the others.” He said in low voice, exhaling his out fear. Her eyes were now getting red. They kissed, their lips apologizing for the lies they told, the pain and suffering they caused each other. That perfect moonlit night observed two true lovers. He walked with her all the way back home. They both made a wish seeing a shooting star that night. “Goodbye and do get some sleep, love. See you tomorrow.” She hugged him back. He only left the boulevard when she waved from her window, with a longing in her eyes.

That night, as he tossed and turned in bed, he knew he had fallen again. The whole evening kept playing inside his head. And how could one escape those beautiful thoughts? Krusha was the one whom he has always admired, the one he looked for in every girl he dated ever since. It was in the mid of second year, she started hanging with another boy, Akshit, whom she had known since a little earlier. The whole college gossiped about him being her first and only love. But that guy dumped her badly and accused the relationship as an attention seeking one. Since then, Harsh and Krusha did all to keep a distant friendship. Friend, bestfriend, stranger each role they had played. May be soulmates, now they were going to portray. He took out his phone happily and made a note. “28 Jan, 2035; 11:46 pm, Krusha, my first love.”

Krusha was so tired that night, she slept with the black dress and heels on. Next morning, she woke up to a text form Harsh. “Good morning to my first love. Last night was unbeliveable and now my most cherished moment. Will love you till our hair turn grey.”

Unmoved by the text, she took out her journal and the dried rose given by Akshit on their first date. Smelling the dried petals, she made an entry.

“29 Jan, 2035; 9:30 am.

It is eternal. I know I act like I moved on, but the noone can love me like you did. Forgive me for sometimes, I feel someone can fill the space you left behind. I will love you till my last breath, even if dont love me back.”
It seemed like she was addressing her feelings to a stone. And once more time, first love took over true love.

~Kashif Imteyaz

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A Prayer for my Nation

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“May the colours of tricolour never fade
May the sons of this mother never disappear
May the daughters of this mother never raped
May love and harmony always welcomed.

May the walls of nation remain protected
May the martyred heroes forever respected
May each and every child educate
May the air never get contaminate with hate.

May the landlord and farmer together seated
May the lawmakers and labourers equally treated
May the weaker in governance,never lose their faith
May this land forever be great.”

~Kashif Imteyaz

My Charcoal lung

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Tune into your music
Set my soul on fire
Smoke in my isolated heart
My charcoal lungs won’t be hurt.
Put something real in your feeds
I can perfectly see your flaws.

Have an escape,Mars or stars
I won’t look for you.
Be a sea Mermaid,Narnia’s witch
I won’t mind.
Your rotten theme,
I can’t paint.
@Kashif Imteyaz

I’m the Black Heart

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Do you still hear,
Cause I’m still beating
If there’s eternity
My love then exist

I’m the black heart
Your light I do radiate
You’re that art
The vision,i always painted

Would you ever love
Would you ever dance
You’re the lullaby
Each night I sang
@Kashif Imteyaz

Breakdown

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This is the greatest breakdown
I let my scars be wound
I’m so broke,so weak
Mercy!Oh Devine! I seek

All I holded,slipped so fast
Like a movie has been cast
All I preserve,never stay
The closer I walk,it moves away

The broken rhymes never play
For every chance,I’m delay
All moved in on go
Just the way wind blows

All I went through
I am thanking
Cause it gave me light
It gave me reason to fight
@Kashif Imteyaz

The Golden Glitters of my diary

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I do remember my first day at my boarding school.Some kind of joy of freedom mixed with the sorrow of being separated from family.It had been lunch time.I went to dining hall and found a boy with very innocent face.We had our introductions.That was Tahir Zaman.Though you’re not innocent.
We both were in the same section.

On the very first day of school,he started crying and I ought to find the reason.He was homesick.
And from that day,i stated missing home.I can’t count how many times I had cried.But I was known as ‘most crying newcomer of that year.’
And the funniest thing is that Tahir used to console me when I used to cry.At times I used to do the same.
Sometimes it had been also that we both sat on bed cry till our eyes will swell.

In the meanwhile I met Arshad Imam,i had known him through a mutual friend.He was the only one with cellphone in that four walled prison where keeping cellphone is considered a serious threat to their security system.I would like mention Arshad Imam as Brave heart.Through his phone i used to call my family. At that time It was risky to make someone a phone.It was feared to be caught.Thank you Bhai for that.
I have so many memories of us.The fake phone call pranks to our wardens and pretending to be properly dealer and many more I think I should not mention.

Our fights and the silly reasons behind,the misguiding and bribing hostel attendants while making Maggi. Together from bournvita fights to the time of discussing girls into argument of democracy.

With you guys I’ve grown up.Thanks for leaving the golden glitter in my diary.
Love as always
Kashif Imteyaz

Hey Stalker!

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Hey stalker!
Wearing fake fragrance
Forcing fake smiles
Don’t you get tired.

Hey stalker!
Acting sugar-coated
Carrying ugly formalities
Don’t you feel insane.

Hey stalker!
Putting colours,that are faded
Don’t you see
All your efforts got wasted.