Hope

Sometimes it’s today, the beautiful day for him to catch you, and for you to catch him, and for both of you to build the cage of love.

He will love your tiny and melodious tone, and you’ll love his squeaky and whispering tone.

He will love your depressing look, and you’ll love his dishevelled and darn matured look.

He’ll have books and poems, and he’ll see his reflection in you, and he’ll grab around your waist, and he’ll seek for utmost love, and he’ll adore all your thorns and petals, and he’ll pray for eternity.

Fathima Sanna

Tomorrow I will be away

Tomorrow I will be away.

So it’s today, the day

to sway your lips,

to sing your words

and to swirl my hand.

Tomorrow I will be away.

So it’s today, the day

to wash your flames,

to wipe your dirt

and to wrap my hand.

Tomorrow I will be away.

And If not today,

no magic will sparkle my body

when you get drowned into the sea.

Tomorrow I will be away.

So it’s today, the day

to sway your lips,

to sing your words

and to swirl my hand.

 

-Fathima Sanna

Depression or loneliness

I thought of yoga and meditation, but.

And I scrawl to the college.

I sit on the corner,

unwilling to give ears to teachers,

but I try, but it wanders –

to miles away

into the darkest place of ocean.

And there shine many swaying lips,

just a sympathy 

over my weary look.

I revert to my house,

and I revert to my vacant phone

with vacant apps.

Vacant inbox pushes me

to contemplate myself,

and I cry, 

and I cry and cry and cry

with no voice.

I try to read.

Then I shrink into the bed.

I shut my eyes.

Paint my head with fantasies,

and I cry hard at the reality.

 

-Fathima Sanna

 

 

The Multiverse of love (1)

carI am going to meet him, and it is making the boisterous waves of fear on my shore. I am readying to disappear into miles away with love, and it is making the boisterous waves of fear on my shore.I don’t want to be the ones in movies, so I choose a dress that is alien to my favourite list of dress, and it is making the boisterous waves of fear on my shore.
The clock sings at 9:30 am, and I dial him.
“Tanav???.” I ask with shivering body
“Yeah..”
“I am coming…”
“I am waiting. I’ve been here for minutes”

***

No doubt that it is Tanav’s car, and it is making the boisterous waves of fear on my shore. He may be watching me through the side mirror. Oh God! How awkward am I ?. I am blessed with legs, but now it looks like I am crippled. The distance is shrinking, and I am feeling more like a crippled woman. I knock at the window of back seat, but he opens the front door for me. And I enter into another planet, feeling like someone with magical power has entered into my body, and I wonder at her courage. The background is filled with heavy music. I am trapped. The guy looks older than I thought he would be, but damn handsome than I thought he would be. His cooling glasses and stylish blazer and dishevelled hairstyle are making the boisterous waves of fear on my shore.

“NILA……” He shouts.

“What?” I whisper

“So you are Nila Yadav.”

“Mm”

“CHEER UP GIRL…..” Tanav shouts and taps at the steering wheel.

I have nothing in this world to respond other than my fear. Silence wins, and then I try to defeat it with a shivering smile.

“So you are damn silent..” Tanav asks.