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healing, pain, sexual harrasmemt

Lost and found.

Some days

When the nights are too dark

And the owls howl around

The mangrove spread its branches

And the mud goes deep and down.

That man meddling inside my mind

Walks on me in these hours

I desire to bustle and breathe

But I feel dull and devoured.

I run into the circles

Searching for the lost parts of mine

And find myself trapped

With a broken spine.

On those some days

I don’t know what to do.

So,

I wrap my hands around my knees

Sit beneath the shower.

Gasp the sunshine from the window

That blooms my budding flower.

I keep my wounds in bare hands

Allows them to heal.

The past will terrify sometimes, I tell

Look, the present is sound and serene.

The nights will turn dark

The owls will howl around.

But after some days

White lilies will spread itself

The mud won’t go deep and down.

Winter sun won’t lose its way

But it will nurture the ground.

These some days

It’s a matter of time.

Someday soon, I know

I will feel my skin

limbs, and

bones

Again, like mine.

–Healing is a tiring phase.

-Noor

                             

 

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poem

Daffodils

And in that moment
I was happy
Like daffodils
In the spring.
Dancing on the melodies
With those curves,
I swing.
Like the world is mine
I am the moon, and
The Sunshine.
And the universe needs,
All of me
To survive.
The pain was fainted
The smile has arrived.
The rain said
“I am not helping you crying”.
The soil is nourished
Asking me to “grow for a while.”
My heart found its rhythms
And walked  a mile.
I wasn’t following the footsteps
But  was my own guide.
I lived in the present.
Maybe till winter arrive.
I may shed one day
But I won’t cry.
Because in that moment,
I didn’t gave up on life.
I was life.

– Noor

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Dating, relationship

Do you ever get out of love?


Person you have loved once
you can never unlove them.

This is a harsh truth.

The part of yours
Will always be attached to that person. But
Your more efforts
Won’t make the person
Fall in love with you.

Accept this
Start exploring
Focus on better things.

One day
All the memories
Would fade away
New memories will
Take place.

Someone else
Will reciprocate
Your love.
You will heal
You won’t feel
The need
Of that person.

It is what it is.
God has planned
Something else.

Be patient

One who has to
Nurture you.
Will stay
No matter what

So
Stop crying
Over the one
Who are gone
They were meant to
Leave.

-Noor

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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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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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