~ one month & I'm in love with all of You.. ~

I'm falling in love with all of him...
from head to toe...
with whats shown and what's hidden...
I didn't just fall in love with his smile but with his tears...
I didn't just fall in love with his kind eyes but the reflex of his adorable heart behind them..
I didn't just fall in love with his caring ways but with his professional calls...
I didn't just fall in love with his pure smile but with his concerns for his loved ones...
I didn't just fall in love with his elderly manners but also with his childish playfulness...
Last whole month had spent like a dream..
a dream to be around him every single day..
staying in contact every single second..
sharing every moment together...
attending every event together...
feeling his magical touch...
experiencing breathtaking sparks with each slide swipe of his fingers ...
sparks that flow from points of sensation to the peak of nerves at head when he drew the crab web at my knees...
his burning breaths making my mind numb..
his nail crawling heightening the exotic sensations...
his closeness originating eroticism...
his bewilderment causing electrifying rhythms..
his heated body triggers fire in mine...
his addictive eyes creating dramatic effects on my nerves..
his manly voice melting my heart down...
And leaving me want more n more of him every single time!!!

~ sweet surprise ~

'why are you standing here alone when he's there? '
someone asked her...
' he's on call today .. Can't come '
she answered...
'but i just met him...he's wearing sky blue shirt..he's here '
' I'm telling you he can't be here... You must have seen someone else' .. She insisted...
' he's here i can bet ' ..that someone argued..
' maybe!! ' .. She stopped arguing and ignored it with the firmed feeling that they must have mistakenly met someone similar to him...
and she moved towards the stage...
was standing there...
missing him badly...
recalling the last function they had attended together as a couple...
suddenly she felt a pat on her shoulder...
she turned n was stunned..
that subtle moment literally took her breath away...
he was standing at her back...
with that enlightened smile...
and that sparkle in his eyes....
she was astonished...
surprised...
delightfully shocked...
and completely flattered on his adorable enchanting ways!!
Can any moment be more magical than this? she wondered...
but was unable to think of any...
her aura was entirely embraced....
with her mind in state of denial for accepting anything worth more than this...
he smiled n said ' ur so clever my wife...
u definitely know how to make me run to you' ...
and she was so overwhelmed to reply..
that u r cunningly geniuses too my love,
.. coz u know how to make me fall in love with u harder n harder every single time...
u know how to melt my heart down...
u know how to keep me happy...
u know how to cast ur magic spells on me..
n..
more importantly..
u know how to make me proud to be yours!!

P.S:
MUS + MSM = <3

~ the drug addiction of MUS-cinguloman ~

and she's all in love again....
yet today again....
less than tomorrow..
but...
definitely more than yesterday...
the first time was when she saw his 'mehraabs' and the respect in his eyes...
and loving him became an on-going and continuous process..
with an ever increasing passion...
passion for spending all of my life in his arms...
passion for waking up beside him...each and every day...
passion for standing beside him in dark n light...
passion for ending up with love in every lame n pointless fight...
passion for staying drowned in his eyes...
yes. .those same kind but praising eyes...
filled with love, care and appreciation...
and...
they all take her to her once imagined fairyland...
getting her lost in nirvana...
letting her to love him...
yet today again....
less than tomorrow..
but...
definitely more than yesterday...
his charming ways of making her feel like princess..
his manly manners to melt her heart down...
his masochist acts to let her know that he will protect her in black n blue....
his teasing tickles to keep her aware of the intimate emotional tingling he feels...
his patience with the steamed storms he get through...
his non animistic instincts with her cannibalistic affection..
every single thing he do or say or intend to say or do,,,
make her fall more in love with him...
yet today again....
less than tomorrow..
but...
definitely more than yesterday...

... emptiness ...

~ LOVE heals all ~

It is said that it is the cruelty of life that defines the substance of a soul...
can turn one into constructive or destructive to oneself and others...
the urge for moving on,
the need for crawling forward..
it takes courage to move on with life...
to endure pain n suffering ...
to keep oneself hopeful enough that there is the light at the end of this dark tunnel..
but what one needs to have hope?
force that can drive one forward...
apart from the firm faith on Allah SWT...
what worldly earthly enlightened power is there to make the sufferer follow that single glowing spot??
its LOVE!!
yes the very same love that had broken u once..
that had tore u down...
knocked u hard...
made u bleed with the deepest cuts...
and left u to die in darkness...
but u know what...
that same love is ur healer...
only that same love has the remarkable tendency to heal ur unseen wounds..
or i must correct it, only true love has the ability to put ur broken pieces together..
and yes i can say this coz i have been there...
i have been lost..
i have been suffered...
but u know i am healed...
al healed..
healed with love...
or i must correct myself again healed with true love...
made all happy again..
even more n more happier than before...
putting all emotional mortality aside, leaving al once called love behind...
I'm now feeling what LOVE actually is...
again correction is needed..
now i know what true love feels like...
and is thankful to my healer...
my lover..
my very own angel for showing me what LOVE actually is!!
n i don't need to correct myself anymore..
coz my angel have taught me if its causing u pain it cant be love!!
and i m thankful to Allah SWT for sending an angel for me...
with that glowing halo which kept me moving throughout the darkness..
and have enlightened me with the light of LOVE!!

~ from Equanimity to Sophrosyne ~

Last five days...
She's totally madly completely n unconditionally transformed...
transformed from feeling like being wife to being madly in love wali wife..
Not an expected phase but she guessed due to the same reason it is said tht surprises are r overwhelming...
unexpected moments that took one's breath away are always beautiful, life changing n mesmerizing ;)
She's tasting every bit of 'shaddi ka laddu' n tempting for more...day by day...
and she has realized.....this craving is addictive...
She can feel the current flowing in her body...with her blood...
pumping love to every inch of her body...
making her want more of it..
need more of it..
be it the long distant calls in the long winter nights...
or the duets on cells <3
be it the charms he cast while she's stuck with chores in kitchen...
or the poems he wrote for her...
be it magic of his deep affectionate vocals on her...
or the moments spent on drive with him...
She's lost in it...enthralled with it..possessed by it..

And she's not ashamed of admitting it publicly that he made her CINGULOMANIAC :) ;) <3 

~ Sj to Vj ~

Aik adh pal he mjhy aisa faraham krdo,

Itni se iltija hai mjh per reham krdo..

Seh nhe pata teri doori jana,

Aik aesa pal aam sa mjh per eham krdo..

Gaatii shamain, dekhtay badal or ye fursat waly pal,

Tum, main, yun akaily akaily, ab tou hum krdo..

Teri ahat, betaabi or pagalpan tera,

Kro ankhain band or mera chehra zum krdo..

Toot k chahon ga tjhy ye emaan mera,

Meri beqarar ankhoon kou pyaar se num krdo..

Hum he hon is jag main hanstay kheltay,

Tum rho bus mujh main or mujh ko gum krdo..

_______________________________

Umer Salim

8:19 p.m

18/1/14

_______________________________

Hyperstar mall..

~ main aur tum ~

~ wo meri jaagti ankhoon main, tery sapnoon ka dar ana..
   ya phir wo subha subha, tera, myry ghar chalay ana...

   kbhi hujoom main mera, tmhy satana hans hans kr...
   kbhi tanhai main, tera, meri saansoon ko mehkaana...

   wo mera roothna, tumko jalana, or naa sona...
   tmhara pyaar se wo muskurana or samjhana...

   faqat ek shabb ki doori per, tmhara fikermand hona....
   faqat is fiker per, mera, tum per orr pyaar ana...

   meri naadaanian, shaitaanian or chot lagwana...
   tmhara wo tarap kr pohanch jana, phir sukoon pana..

   mera bawarchi khanay main, tmhy tang krna chu chu kr...
   tmhara myry leay, wo pyaar se, coffee ka banana...

   Khuda rakhay roshan jagmagaty chaand ki maanind..
   ek masoom se TUM ka MAIN paglii se yarana...


 *with a naughty smile n loads of love*

~ ..in love with those kind eyes ~

She still get nostalgic for her journey...
all way long from a land of mortals to her little heaven...
remembers the time she had been through...
while thinking about the path which was leading her to her dreamland,
when she was experiencing the feeling of worthlessness for being locked in a mortal body,
an annoying anomaly for her rebellious real-self ...
and her ways of getting along the tremendous ups and downs of her topsy turvy lifeline...
Although..
She was astonished on the fact...
Why?
why didn't she never feel the need to understand the meaning of life...
maybe coz life always had its own weird but affecting ways of teaching her about itself...
without making her realize the process of giving lessons, she was undergoing through..
for her, it was never enough to find someone who did know the reality of this life,
and then to fall asleep in his arms like a child sleeps,
carefree and fearless...
knowing that someone stronger than her is there for protecting her from all devilish dangers..
In fact she always wanted to be the one...
to be a protector, a guardian, a saviour for someone...
to be a safe heaven for someone..
But...
she was unaware...
unaware of the warmth of feeling safe in someone's arms...
ignorant of the addiction one can have while being protected...
oblivious to the charisma ur saviour can cast on you...
and now when she is introduced to it by the life...
she is startled by the allure of being embraced yet guarded by her own guardian angel...
is tempted by those kind eyes...and fall head over heals over an over again...
and she is not afraid of admitting it...
of accepting it...
that she is happy beyond her expectations...
that she is enticed with the lovely bond tied by Allah SWT...
that she is not only thankful to her journey for leading her here...
but is in love with all those dark ditched paths that have taken her to her destiny..
to her protector..
to her angel..
the one with those kind eyes...
kind soothing eyes...
that assures her...that she is in safe hands...
eyes that conveys unspoken words...
that sparkles with the light of love her angel have for her..
the promise they made..
of keeping her happy...keeping her protected...keeping her encircle in his arms...
forever...
in her own heaven...
and she's happy with her husband..

the one with those kind eyes, she's in love with!

At my Heaven - with my Angel!!

She asked:
'Y are u so quiet? '
He replied:
'I just don't know..'
She queried again but got the same answer..
she didn't insist further...coz, to her, that silence was the loudest connection between them...she had felt it..with all her active senses...
she recalled, she had read somewhere;

“You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won't mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever.... connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.”

and she felt it...
all she wanted at that time..is to tell him..
what she want him to know...
is...
We have to realize that there cant be an eternal relationship unless there is commitment,
unless there is loyalty,
unless there is patience,
unless there is persistence
unless there is LOVE...
she know it...people like to say love is unconditional, but it's not...
n even if it was unconditional, it's still never free....
There's always an expectation attached...
They always want something in return...
Like they want you to be happy or whatever and that makes you automatically responsible for their happiness because they won't be happy unless you are ...
and she just don't want YOU to owe that responsibility...she free you from it all...
Yes...
I free you from it all..
no expectations attached..
and still I promise..
I will be with you always...
will love you always...
When my red hairs turn to white,..I will still love you...
When my smooth skin will be replaced by the wrinkled one, I will still want you..and just you..to touch my skin...
When your face will be full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled...
of every surprise I have seen flash through your clear eyes..
when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face...
I will treasure you all and more...
coz I was there to see it all..
coz you let me with you to see it all...
and I will share your life with you...
and I will love you until the last breath leaves my body...
Yes i do...
coz I love you too...
and there always be...
just talkative me and silent you!!

~ The Vicious Cycle ~

' This is a vicious cycle...' ;
he said to her...
few days back..
and she was ignorant...
her ignorance was the bliss for her...
and he continued;
'i know it very well...
once anyone is into it,
it can never be stopped from moving forward,
it can never be avoided,
it can never be completely satisfied with...
and...
it turns into an urge...
an ever-growing, ever-needing urge...
urge to get oneself flow with the flow...
to flow without resistance..
to flow without hesitance...
to flow without reluctance..

to flow without even wanting to know where the flow is taking you...
where one is heading to...
is moving to...
but with the numbness of mind...
yet awakening of soul...
where the completion of cycle is the only thing that matters...
the ones in it matters...
its occurrence on time matters...'
and she didn't believe then...
but today...
when the cycle has started...
when she herself is the part of the cycle..
the one wanting to flow...
to let everything else go...
she know it very well..
ignorance is not a bliss..
but experiencing is...
coz now she believes...
' This is a Vicious Cycle...'

~MSM~

"This Never Happened Before"

I'm very sure, this never happened to me before

I met you and now I'm sure

This never happened before

Now I see, this is the way it's supposed to be

I met you and now I see

This is the way it should be

This is the way it should be, for lovers

They shouldn't go it alone

It's not so good when your on your own

So come to me, now we can be what we want to be

I love you and now I see

This is the way it should be

This is the way it should be

This is the way it should be, for lovers

They shouldn't go it alone

It's not so good when your on your own

I'm very sure, this never happened to me before

I met you and now I'm sure

This never happened before 

This never happened before

This never happened before

This never happened before!!

Courtesy: track from The Lake House by Paul Mccartney

~ Mou - Dikhai ~

right after my Nikkah ceremony...
as we get back home from the wedding lawn..
every other person started asking me...
You got ring in Mou-Dikhai? right?
plx show..
and i moved my hand forward..
with that elegant yet beautiful ring right in the ring finger of my left hand..
as per the traditional myths; the ring finger is the one with the vein that connects the fingers to the heart...
'wow this is so pretty, ahan! suits ur hand well ' everyone was nodding their head in admiration...
and then someone asked me...i guess one of my aunt did..
what was u expecting in Mou-Dikhai?
i stayed quiet and smiled back...
giving them the impression that i got what i wanted to have...
but the truth is..
i never wanted a ring or any other jewel in Mou-Dikhai...
not even cash...not a car..no property...nothing material...
but what i always wanted to get is something can't be seen...
neither be given nor be taken at once..
it can only be assured with the words..
reflected by the actions...
and..
proved with the time...
i wanted just three things..in return of leaving behind everything and everyone for giving him my whole life...my love, my sincerity, my loyalty...with all my heart and soul...
i wanted...
ever-increasing respect..
unbreakable trust..
and question-less loyalty...
Thats it...
Respect of me...as a person...as a human...respect of my feelings...respect of my weaknesses...my flaws...my inner-self...my designation of being a wife...respect of my decisions...my personality...respect of me as a whole...
Trust on me...on my intentions towards the family...my efforts for the family and relations...my soul....trust on my love for my other half...trust on my words...trust on my sincerity....my actions...my words...and on me as a whole...
Loyalty for me...for my love...for my relation...staying loyal to me not as a person but as a wife...as ur other half...loyalty for all his actions towards me...involving me...revolving around me...and on me as a whole..
coz i don't wish or demand or pray for anything else...EVER...
not money...not comfort...not status...nothing..
in fact these are the only things i craved for...
i looked for...
i prayed for...
the surety that i will not be disrespected...will not be insulted..or humiliated...
the guarantee that i might not be the first woman in his life but i will be the last one...his last affair...last romance...last carnal love...and after me, the other woman he'll be bowing for saying love u will only be our daughter...
the certainty that i will be trusted equally like i am expected to trust...blindly...with the assurance that i will prefer to give up my life before breaking that trust....
Yes i wanted these in Mou-Dikhai...
i always have prayed to get them...
and now my heart is in peace...and my soul is satisfied...
coz thy're filled with the hope..
hope of being at right place to seek them...
being at right place to get them :)
sooner or later...
In sha Allah O Talla...

Behind the scenes Nikkah n updates :D

Note from my diary for 28th December 2013:
the day jis din i become Mrs Maria Umer from Maria Malik 
sbsy phly wht happened at parlour:
for the first time in tht parlour's history Dulhan sahiba ny pori awam ko nacha rkha tha  i done half of my eye make up, full of my contouring and most of my hair do myself  beautician bajii was pissed off jiska badla unhon ny myra hairdo set krty hue sir main ballpin chuba chuba kr nikala 
i asked for a specific look and she done another one...mje ankhein band kr k bitha dia..and jb mainy ankhain khol kr sheesha dekha tou i was looking like some intehai makkar qism ki 40 sala pakki anty  mainy bus unko dekha n said ab aap side per hojaen..seedhi hue eye kit uthae n strt...thn same with rest... 
she kept on sayin k agr khud krna ata tha tou yahn q aen n i said mje nhe pta tha aap mjsy b ganda krengi hahahahha 
usi time mera nail paint hua tha jo make up set krny k chakkar main mainy cheek per lga lia  n bharam se beautician behn ji ko bola k isy saaf kr k base set krdo  uska bus chalta tou mje bahar nikal deten  n is doraan unki adhi clients hans rhe thein ek do mou bna rhe thein n baki bur bura rhe thein k bht besharam dulhan hai 
but in end it al turned good 
thn at hall, dulhan sahiba ny bethy bethy adhy khandaan ko call kr k dant dala k kahn hain sb k sb was so tensed k wo log agae tou main kia khud ja kr receive krongi? duh!
bol bol kr neri nath ny meri lipstick phela di jo mainy dressing room main sahi ki  n in end nath ko thora tilt krdia k hont se lagay he naa 
thn dressing room main he again hair style bnaya gya jo k hair spray k bjae hall k pani se set hua tha 
aray haan i forgot to tell the most important blunder 
since m prone to cold n chills, so mainy idiot bak kr churridar k nechy thermal pehn kr oper churridar charhaya n thn suit k nechy b sweeter pehn lia  jo k bar bar bethny main tummy per truck ka tyre ban kr charh jata n it looked like i had gained 6-7 kg in just a day  weirdness at its peak 
n finally comes the signing part:
to ur surprise * n to mine as well* i was hell nervous n confuse k sign krty hue my hands were shivering balky n was unable to hold pen  or mainy pehla sign Dulha ki jaga krdia  hahahhahaha   
2 bar main meri awaz sirf baraber main jhuky hue wakeel tk gae n teesri main mummy *saasu mom* k israr per bht mushkil se zor se bola qabool hai 
oper se kuch relatives ghoonghat *jo susrali dupatta daal kr usi time nikala gya tha* utha kr mou per flash mar k pics lay rhe thein n flash on kr k ankhoon per mar mar k video bna rhe the  tht was irritating 
n thn masjid se SJ *my husband* n mard hazrat ae n direct dressing room main entry hue SJ ki lol...bus main SJ n photographer for couple shot   
Ya Allah thts censor  her ghair ikhlaqi pose us photographer ny banwaya *tht too turned up good in photos :D * or ye dant dant kr k apko q sharam aa rhe apka nikkah hogya hai  *ab unhen kon boly k Nikkah hua hai Nikka nhe ho gya jo sharam khatm hue zmana hojae -_- *
phew...
thn we walkd to stage wahn rasm n stage per aa aa kr sbky dash dash comments n main pora time nervous or SJ full charge :D 
ring pehnaty hue screw ki trha ghuma ghuma k ring dali :D n bookeh lety hue *i was still nervous -_- *
khana laga tou he served me :D :D tht was sweet actually ;) n serious ho kr myry uncle se kehty hain k main soch rha tha k dressing room main bitha kr khila deta hun is se nath ki waja se khaya nhe jaega RIP sharam o haya :D 
end main jaty time SJ n his family strted forcing on ruksati.. :D :D :D
tht was scary :D myry hath pakr kr stage per mje khench rhe k ghar chalo n unki family mom dad k pechy :D
n trust me i was so tense :D :D
anyways
wo log gae n meri bolti strt :D
thn ab tk whenever he came to meet me hm tameez se he bethy hain n ikhlaaqi baatein he ki hain :D bus... mje sharam ajati hai n i miss all typical larkian than :D :D 
khaiiirrrr....
Update is...
ruksati jo k November main decide hue the due to my bro's unavailability wo kbhi b kisi b din achanak ho skti hai :D :D :D
Ruksati ka matter is a hot cake :D dekhty hain kia hota hai :D
Alhamdulillah SJ is very nice...n the best thing i found out is:
he is exactly like the one i used to idealize....Alhamdullilah!!
that made me realize the goodness in Allah's decisions n rightness in our parent's choice..
Allah ka shukar hai...its all settled...
May Allah SWT keep us all embraced with His endless love and blessings forever..ameen..

Smallest things create Largest effect in Marriage!!

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my wor
ds, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

Courtesy: Anonymous..

Welcoming Two Thousand and Fourteen - Don't tell me You're just a Dream!

~ me with you..
and everything is new!!
*New-Years Eve 2013-2014*

'tmhy neend aegi ab na myry bin..
mjhy hai yaqeen aesa aega ek din..
......
.....'

and it continues...
that affectionate voice with affable attire..
what is happening to me?
what's new in this?
I've a gregarious persona...a track of immense social indulgence..this should not be affecting me like this..
but i was in a trance..i accept..a state of a enticingly ravish ecstasy..
was completely unable to differentiate..what actually is affecting me so bad..
his enchanting vocals?
or his amiability?
those jocular chuckles?
or was it the ambiance?
his vigilance towards the crowd?
or playful attempts to make me shy?
however whatever it was..
i must say..
i was lost into it...
Is this a reality? an existent fact?
and if this is reality then why people call dreams are delightful?
this reality...this existence...is divine..
i want to live in it..forever...
and what if it is a dream...
a splendid, fascinating dream...
then i admit i am getting addict to its exquisiteness...
and no matter what..i never want to wake up..ever...

December khaas hai Jaana!!

saray he maheenon main
boht mumtaaz hai Jaana...
December khaas hai Jaana!!

Boht rangeen se subhain,
madhoshi se bhari shaamein..
unhi shaamon main,
tery aa janay ki aas hai Jaana..
December khaas hai Jaana!!

Dopehrain khoi khoi see,
wo raatein soyi soyi se,
kbhi chanda, kbhi tara,
kbhi aakaash hai Jaana..
December khaas hai Jaana!!

Shokh o shang hawaon ka,
wo madham se sadaaon ka,
wo hidat se dharakty,
2 diloon ka saaz hai Jaana..
December khaas hai Jaana!!

Kaye guzray hawalon ka,
kuch nut khat sawalon ka,
naye din ki sada,
naye milan ka aghaaz hai Jaana..
December khaas hai Jaana!!

~ MSM ~