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Little by little

[ Sep 18, 2013 | 0 comments ]

Little by little,
We share the Misty core of that mountain.
It’s soul of enchantment.
Little by little, the darkness disappears from my life,
And fills my soul with love and light.
We dance, Spellbound.
 I make love to you on the tombstone of lost the moments.
 When I run my fingers on you the mist watches over us.
 Our lives tangled like snakes,
 Beautiful like the mystic music that surrounds us.
 I run my lips over yours as you run your fingers through my hair
And little by little you melt into me.
 Your soul on mine and we breath as one.
As we lay tangled together like earth and the roots.
 The mist wraps us like a symphony
 and the silence echoes in our love.
Little by little,
I open my eyes from the slumber ,
I find cigarette buds and an empty bottle of wine.

Ayreej Rahiman 
September 2013

Elif Shafak: The politics of fiction on Ted.com

[ Jan 7, 2013 | 0 comments ]


[ Jan 17, 2012 | 1 comments ]

When you think you are down,
When you see the rainy days and no sunshine.
Smile, as you tell yourself,
Today is a new beginning,
Because I have,
Another dream to weave,
Another smile to give,
Another moment to live.
Another plan to make,
Another toy to break.
Another cake to bake,
Another joke to share,
Another pet to care.
Another promise to keep,
Another wish to wish,
Another game to win,
Another sea to swim,
Another song to sing,
Another kite to fly,
Another story to write...
The world Beckons,
Because, today is your day.


Empty page

[ Nov 5, 2011 | 0 comments ]

A book, that doesn’t have even two empty pages are of no use, These couple of pages can have more potentials than the entire book and endless possibilities of what it can transform in to,
A poem of a beautiful beginning,
A message to someone you love,
A note,
A memoir,
A smiley for your successor,
Or you can just leave it empty, as a reminder of a beautiful tomorrow.
Because there is always a tomorrow.
For tomorrow.
Ayreej Rahman,
4|11|2011- Pune

P.S: Inspired from something I read somewhere long ago about empty pages, Cant recollect the author or any other details