The Boy I Knew.

Let me tell you a story.

The boy I knew was innocent, trusting, caring. He had the heart of an angel. He painted wonderful stuff on the canvas. I was so proud of him.

I wished he would forever possess that charm- that god given peace. And so he grew up...a mother's pride...

..An artist...

Unfathomable, the beauty in his mind...

..Figures...Emotions...Colours...

His life was so rich...

I miscalculated...

Shadow crept in,under the guise of shelter...

Swallowing him stealthily...

When light came...The emptiness stunning...

His very life sucked out ...

His beautiful soul shattered...

Betrayal heaping in bitterness...

Filling the vacuum...

That poured out laughter once...

I searched, I sought...

All that was left was a common shell...

Hiding the pearl within...

He denied his existence...

Carved out an idol...

Perfect...and Impenetrable...

I prayed for a saviour,

None came...

He was lost...

Then I see the wind...

That blows away the dust

The water...

That washes away...

In cupped hands I hold it...

I will not let it go...

I want it tied to him..

...Forever...

With folded hands I ask...

Give me back my boy...

Breathe life into him...

Only love can bring him back...

Only YOU can get him back.

I know the world will judge me...Allah himself perhaps...I am committing a sin , if not a crime...

It is not fair to Arzoo...I feel wretched doing this- leading her on like this...

But she is the only one who can heal...and I will not wait anymore...

"Blessed is a mother that would give up part of her soul for her children's happiness."
Shannon L. Alder

I am not looking at right or wrong; crime and punishment...no justification, no fear of judgement ...all I know is...

... they complete each other...

...That is the only thing that should matter...

I know the world will judge me...Allah himself perhaps...I am committing a sin , if not a crime...

It is not fair to Arzoo...I feel wretched doing this- leading her on like this...

But she is the only one who can heal...and I will not wait anymore...

that is all

Originally posted by: Sagi.

Ohh my god. You have written Alvira Aunty's agony so well.

Belated happy birthday.
Sagi

Originally posted by: subhkisonu

Soup I'll unres later!

I am in a hurry, only thing I'll say about this is ,it's just perfect!

Originally posted by: tweetie19

Beuatiful one...

Alvira is not doing the right thing by hiding things from Aarzoo...but she just wants the best for her son...this writing depicts her feelings so well...very heart touching !!!