Zendagi Migzara

"​How old is your soul ?" Here Zeenat sat amongst friends and talking about old cities, the streets they once roamed, the food they gorged on and the beauty that Hyderabad was. And someone had said aloud in a story,  how old is your soul  and that pushed her mind back a million years. Almost like someone had yanked her body back, and that force had caused her to stumble and knock open a chest of memories. And once opened, all you wanted to do was inflict that hurt on yourself all over again. So while she sat in a mehfil and there was noise and chatter all around her, she grew still. And her mind, picked up every fragment of those broken dreams and placed them under a spotlight . And there it stayed under the spotlight, while she turned them around and let herself feel those times again. Almost, like she could see herself wearing what she was wearing on the day their hands had accidentally touched and as she pulled her hand back, he had looked at her and smirked an

she stepped out of the cafe & the sun touched her face, he slid his hand in hers, & let their fingers interlace ​ and as they walked around, that sunny day, he spoke of this & that, to keep her fears at bay she'd traveled a lifetime  in a month & something in her was broken, something undone they stopped to wait at a traffic light. she looked around & wished the day to be night. she couldn't hold back and let loose the dam, the red man blurred and in her tears he swam He hugged her tight  as the cars sped by patting her head  & letting her cry. She lost herself  in his embrace letting her fears flow and hiding her face and there amongst cars white, black and blue, something held them safe tender and anew, was it love? who knew..

There he was, with his disarming smile,  that tore away all those many miles. She took a step, with her heart in hand,  and watched him draw, a line in the sand. She smiled even more as she stepped across little knowing, it was a cause she'd lost. She kissed him long with all her love and sent a short  prayer above. He flipped a coin in his head, and decided to tell her  tomorrow instead. He let this one  night go by, And let her live, in his sweet lie.