valentines

And the valentine’s letter…




14 Feb 2020

Spring days, Calcutta

I was sweet 13 and then I met you.
From that very moment I knew that this eye contact will last for a longer time. I remember every word, fight and each moment you came closer to me. I believe every force made us fell for each other.

That smile on my face, when you were around. Remember?
I never touched your hands but you were always there beside me .

And that legit old school proposal. I still elicit how I said “no” without a rose.

With time and maturity,
This unconditional love asked me to let you go and  achieve your dreams at a very young age.
I had numerous sleepless nights
when you were awake at the border.
I acted, as if I never loved you, but the love was so immense and selfless, that the feeling was enough for me to stay without you forever.

But you, annoying kid, look at you.

you never let another men enter in my life . You, a young, dramatic and sensitive soldier of 24 promised to hold my hands forever and asked me to be yours even after death.

How can we forget that struggle?

And unfortunately even at 43, I still love every inch of yours.

No doubt, your uniform used to stink, once you used to be back from the training. But now, I take care of it everyday. I still take care of your ties and lost name badges, over which we used to fight at sharp 7:00am.

Obviously, you were a mess without me.
But, I am never going to be tired of you.
I love you. Always loved you. Loved all of you, your flaws and imperfections.
Look into my eyes. If I am lying. (As I always say)

I just miss your touch sometimes.

You are alive, in every breathe of mine.
Unfortunately, my only valentine.

To,
Martyr Sq. Ldr Ajay ahuja
From,
Retd. Sq. Ldr Noor ahuja

Happy valentines.

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Dating

Hook ups or hooked up?

Do you think
Your body
Can have it with anyone?
In the name of casual sex.
Because it sounds “casual”.
I strongly believe
There is a language
In which
Two bodies interact
Connect to each other
They know the “touch”.
They know that “trust level”.

You say
“Friends with benefits”
Is the trend.
I believe
It is stout.
You need boundaries
You need control.
You ask your feelings to hold on.

Command your brain
Teach your heart
The polar sex,
Is not in love with you.

We are friends,
nothing is going to change.


It looks simple, yet complex.

You call it hormones
I call it “hormotions”
Hormones and emotions.
Brave are the people
Who can do this.
Brave?
No,
May be broken and shielded.
They too don’t want this
Maybe, they too seek love.
But seeing themselves crushed in love
Again.
No
This is better.
Right?
But tough
Than love.
And
And
And
“You are not cool”
If you are following the trend.
This is just a “few minute” pleasure.

You cannot beat, love
It is still the real happiness.
Create a wall around your emotions
If you want to be in the game.

But, guess what?
Man, is a bundle of emotions.
                                            – Noor

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Wo-men

God’s creation be like

I strongly believe, the world is different because men and women are two different creatures to run it. He made one creature stronger to handle other. I believe it is what is.

Yes
Maybe
That’s how
God’s creation is.
Vehemence to women
Men with carnal mind.
Diligence in her baggage
Honor to His – kind.

Is Eve pure or sullied?
Adam’s manhood will decide. 
Alongside Romeo
Juliet will always die.

No concern, no commitment.
Free to flee.
Of course, it is  XY
Not a XX gene.

Therefore,
God strongly,
Gifted, her the womb
To keep him inside.
He was a child before
He is still a child.
Just enlightened the physique
Filled chivalry with time.


He decided,
Always the women
In different guise
Will fulfill men’s life
Maybe to death
From the juvenile.

Still, the male’s unrealistic ego
The women is unaware of her price.
She can never feel safe
With these carnal minds.
Suitor for once
Sneak within no time.

Better but scary world
His creation be like.
Harmful for her
Who nurtures the life…
– Noor

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And
I believe
In love
She is an old soul
A magnificent heart.
The magical poetry
And the classic art.
Cascade of emotions
Deeply in veins.
Fervour is too pure for her
And, not a chasing game.

No men deserves her
When she keep dancing on her beats.
Black background apart
Covered herself in white sheaths.
With music, she leans
With lyrics, she blends.
She prefers to be antique
In the world full of trends.
The nature healed her
Bloomed her out of pain.
Sprinkled love around her
Like the droplets of rain.
She is cold but warmth
Like the spring in march.
Too wise in her poetry
Everlasting in young hearts.

Where the world is turning dark
And there is no hope left.
The youth has lost its charm
It’s all meddle and mess.
Yes, I strongly believe
Then, there is still she
Pavementing her own path
Fighting the demons,
Embracing the scars.


In the era of neoteric
She is senile, sensual and smart.
An old medievel soul
A magnificent heart.
The magical poetry
And the classic art….

Noor

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Yes, she exists.

In the era of neoteric, she is always there. Who does not belong to the world but to herself and she is so strong that no one deserves her..

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