An open letter to my valentine

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Dear ,
sugar plum covered in honey

I love you. I know these three little words can never express all that I feel for you but let me just give it a try? I’ve been staring at the sky for too long because the constellations formed your name and I don’t want to gaze at anything except your name across the melancholic soaked night that gave me happiness. You’re the glimmer of happiness that makes me forget every worry.

You are far and in between us lay, vast deserts and the seven seas but the farther you are the more closer you seem. We share this bond that overcomes all the obstacles life throws at us and you’ve become familiar to me like my reflection in the mirror.
If I could I would run to you, walk to you and even crawl with all my might but I’m afraid that the vast distance might break my bones and shatter my skin-I wouldn’t reach to you in one piece.

Forgive me, for tonight all I have are words to offer. Words that are laced with promises of a future where we are together. A writer can only bleed the love she has on parchment and for you? I can write an eternity and not get tired.

Our future is like us, dark, wrecked and cold but among our ruins we will build a home and I swear, your smile is all I need to survive. For a while now, my world has shifted and tumbled. Not in the sense that the ground shook and the sky fell but in a way that the previous version I so cherished does not make sense to me anymore. My world revolving around your entity makes more sense.

Our tragic tale with all the beauty of this world has two princesses who fell in love and no matter what, you will always ride shotgun. You can have bits of me that are still beautiful and I will cherish parts of you that are broken, as if they are mine. You won’t be chained down by the past and I won’t be bothered about the future. The present will be ours and like two gypsies in love, we will live off the kindness this universe has to offer. I want to experience the life I have left with you by my side and nothing else.

So, as I ink this down there is only one thing my fragile heart dare to asks, will you be my valentine now and forever?

With love,
Sheher Bano

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About Bano

I’m trying to find a better introduction but since, I can’t? Hi! I’m Sheher Bano Zafar and I write. I write not because there lies aspiration to be a writer someday but because, it keeps me sane. I love the color silver, black and grey. I also realize that they fall under the same color tone. Whatever, I write is a result of my 3 a.m blues or insomniac depressive tendencies. I can’t write during the day. I’m addicted to caffeine and well, anything and everything (if I like it). Also, I suck at conversations. I bite my nails. Most of the time I’m clueless about the world around me. I love politics and youth activism. People tell me that art and politics don’t belong in the same mind, but I’m passionate about both. One day I might be drawing on a canvas or writing a story and the very next day I will be heading off to attend a summit on the role of youth at the United Nations. I have multiple people trapped in the same body. Each side does try to express itself, in minimal ways if not fully. I’m currently going through a rough patch in life. I guess, I’m adjusting to the world through multiple perceptions. I absolutely love talking to myself because an expert opinion is always required. Most of the time, I just play scenarios in my mind that would never happen. I’m very contradictory in my thought process and actions but it is okay, people get to be what they want to be as long as no other soul is hurt. Peace out!

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