Love Of Today

You Love me, 
Miss me, 
Kiss me,

and then

Leave me...


Rabea Kamran

Wishes

We all have thousands of wishes. They pop in our hearts like popcorns being made. We wish on almost everything, a shooting star, eyelashes when its raining etc. But what do we do to make them come true, we are bound by inhibitions, those which aren't obvious but they stop us from attaining our goals.

Life is short, there is so much limited time. When we will get old we will look back to our unfulfilled wishes and sigh. Though none of us knows even if we would make it to tender old age or not. We dont know anything what gonna happen tomorrow, but yes we know what we want from life.

So do it! Take that plunge you always wanted to. Say it to the loved one how much you care for them. Visit your dream place that you have dreamt of going but didn't had time off from work. Go buy that dress you always wanted to wear. So that when you get old you don't need to sigh, you just have a satisfied smile on your face that you followed your heart. Results do not matter, what matters is that you finally did it.


Rabea Kamran

Memory Lane

She opened her drawer an took out the printed papers. It's been a year since she last saw them. She read them again and again and again..
When she had memorized every word and the tears on her cheek dried up, she took the papers and lighted them up. The smoke emnated furiously as the orange and red flames consumed the paper. In the burning fire she could  see that face..


"Seriously i don't know who is doing this to you" "I swear it isn't me" He said trying his best to sound honest while his heart was swelling with the satisfaction of victory.
"whoever it is knows you very well, why would i do it?? I am so drowned in my own sorrows" He said sitting across her gazing intently into her troubled eyes..


She shunned the thoughts of that animal with those abuses still ringing in her ear.
The fire burned with a brighter flame, the wind was strong, bits of burned paper danced in the air. The smoke started suffocating her but she stood there gazing intently into the flames consuming those papers when another face appeared in the fire..


"Get out of my house right now" He roared, she sobbed badly "Don't do this drama here, fool someone else with your innocent face" He shouted as he tried to push her out of the apartment...


The fire has almost consumed the paper, the grey ashes remained as she remembered all those hugs, kisses and those tender moments. She remembered the final goodbye with him, which has eased all the pain. They have parted on a good note. She knew that he would never hurt her no matter whatever happened.


She collected the ashes and blew them away in the wind wishing him happiness, a beautiful life and lots of love and a silent wish that she never see him again. The wind calmly blew away the ashes and she turned back satisfied and happy, free from all the chains of memories. Her phone rang and shooked her from the trance, the voice from the other end said
 " Honey you took so much time to attend the call, i miss you so much baby.. "

The Beating Hearts..

Standing in the Operation Theater, learning to operate, sometimes makes me believe that i am one of the few luckiest people in the world. I could have traded anything to be standing here..
When i see hearts beating on the surgery table, working hard to deliver blood to each and every cell of the body, working selflessly to keep the whole body alive, providing nourishment to them at their door step. It reminds me of how our lives are supposed to be. 


Curing the diseased hearts have always been fascinating, but the corroded emotions seem to be burnt forever by the acid of hate. 
The little ventricles rhythmically contract at the right time with just the right force, hiding the emotions somewhere in it's delicate framework. Isn't it fascinating how people make places in our heart but still don't show up even when the walls are cut open in a by-pass surgery? :)