Wednesday, 5 October 2016

The Delphic Affair..💗


My friends said no.

They told me he's bad.

They warned me not to play.

But gambling w/ fire has been in my blood.

I was the Queen of my life. So I did what my heart told me to.

For my friends, I was still the girl who don't give a damn to guys. But it was too tough to hold on the spark that run in my body, when our eyes hook up in the middle of the class.

Heading down to my desk, I'd be checking him out for those seven minutes I got- his beard dripping elixir and his cheeks showing grace.
And when he runs his hand through his hair, I'd be gasping and pinching myself, to held on the overflowing thunder his one move generated in me.

I knew he felt the same.

I knew the fire was in him too.

"You've got an amazayn chance to boost up your score, gurrl!!"
somebody told me when I disclosed 'bout him.

I took it to be God's indications.

I let myself fall for him.

I broke the walls.

I cut the ropes and sailed the ship.

Slowly but soon, the glances changed to smiles and giggles. Talking in eyes, we told each other so many things w/o even spelling a word out of our lips. Finding ways to chatter at least once, became our daily goals.

I could feel the warmth in his soul while talking to him.

I could see the volcanoes burning in his eyes. His every touch burst love to every inch of my meat.

In the class, we sat two rows apart, but our souls dived into the oceans of love so deep that we lost ourselves in each others' eyes.

Soon the lil' talks changed to long texts. Moving 'round the whole school w/ bangs under my eyes but still smile on my lips was as mysterious to them, as he was to me.

We got to know more 'bout each other.
We enrolled ourselves deeper into this.

Don't know when long texts changed to rendezvous and when I got my wits, I found myself running my hand through his hair and loosing myself into his eyes.

~Varia xoxo

Entangled Sundered Paisans


"you guys are ruling over our land."

"hey! Kashmir is ours!!"

"nope gurll.. you don't know the truth. stop talking rubbish when you know less than half of the whole matter."

"and what 'bout Baloch?"

"better we won't talk 'bout this matter ever again."

"i never started it. you initiated the drama."

Right from that day, we never ever talked again.
So strange, just how for a piece of land, a lovable friendship was broken. Just how I lost my crazy buddy 'cuz of undesignated screenplay.

Shaifali and Fahid have been together since the times immemorial. They met on internet, became friends, accepted each other's tastes and explored into each others' lives.
Chatting till late nights, they've developed a strange bond that was left unbroken by the borders separating their countries.

"I am a Pakistani."

Shaifali skipped a beat reading his text.

"umm.. I am from India."

"nice!" he said.

"yeah, ikr! btw, how was your exam tho?!"

And their chat went on. For a sec, Shaifali thought it will end forever when he'll get to know that she belonged to India.

Lying in bed and peeping to the bright moon, Shaifali wondered what Fahid would have been thinking when she texted him her nationality. Doesn't it affected any of his idea 'bout her?

"you know.."


"you're special. you're my special friend!"

"wow! you're too♥  thanks btw, ahah! idk how i manage to receive special privileges everywhere!"

"gurll.. i told you, you're a really special person."

"umm.. special 'cuz i have graceful souls in my lives to perfect me!"

"we're surely gonna meet someday."

"yes! come here to India! i'll greet you at the station!"

"hey! you come here! we've got a direct train b/w Lahore and India. I'll receive you w/ immense respect and care.."

"nope. ik it'll be a 'no' when i'll ask my fam for an international trip. you come!"

"haha!! okayy i will surely."

"and i am gonna attend your Nikah for sure."

"ahaha i'll ask the Kazi to wait for you and then we'll begin the ceremony!"


Talking to him was so fun!
While texting each other, they dived into the sea so deep that their hearts met, dissolving up the cracks their nationalities ever built b/w them.
For those hours, they forgot the conflict of Kashmir; 'bout the wars, strikes and everything.
What meant was if they are happy in their lives.

This was what meant the most.
This was what was most prior to them.

"nope gurll.. you don't know the truth. stop talking rubbish when you know less than half of the whole matter."

Those words still echoed in her heart highlighting up the inborn cracks this world ever built.

That was the time she woke up and her beautiful dream broke.
Looking 'round what she saw was conflict and quarrel b/w the two countries.

Lying in her bed, she peeped out of the window once again.

Looking at the calm and quiet sky she thought, if they could ever be so..

~Varia xoxo 


*am sorry if i ever hurt anybody. i apologize. that wasn't intentional. intentional was the message i wanted to convey, what the war is doing; how deep the cracks have grown. no country is damaged. the real bruises belong to love and humanity.


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