Biography
Simple and complicated at the same time.
Barakah
Your name, an Arabic word, attribute of God Himself. When I say your name, perhaps I am atoning for my sins, remembering God unknowingly. So I pray that when you spend in His way, you do so generously. You do not know His secretive ways, for He will return to you the meaning of your name multiplied by infinity. -- Afshan Amin Mohammad
Stranger
When the day is over, and you're aweary of battling this life, seeing thousand faces, but connecting to none. The only face you wish to see, who do you think about? When the day is over, you come to an empty house, swiping pictures on your phone, strangers every night who never stay till morning, who do you think about ? When the day is over, you've been cheered for your accomplishments, but it feels lonely at the topmost rung of the ladder. You wish you could have shared the view, who do you think about ? When the day is over, and no one knows about the teardrop that has trailed down your cheek, if someone were to kiss it away, who do you think about ? -- Afshan Amin Mohammad
Nazrana- Present
Like a sugar crystal you were caught in His sieve of purpose. He scrutinised your time and knowledge between His thumb and forefinger, smiling as you’d never realise the sweetness of your own existence.
Interpretations
She rereads you like her favourite hard cover, limited edition, published in 1977, moving her fingertips across your pages, waiting for the climax. You undress her with your eyes in a crowded space, admiring her like naked piece of non-fiction art. The way you look at her, hard and close, she feels she might drown. And when your confidence is low, and her oxytocin too high, she loses all her morals, and takes the lead.
Sinderella
Sinderella's glass slippers are crushed, and this time she won't be hushed. The prince has not played fair, and to be honest, she doesn't even care. However innocent she used to be, she chooses another, as she has broken free. He's neither a prince nor her saviour, rather a friend who understands her demanding demeanour. At midnight, she discards her wedding dress. An epiphany, there's no point in saving the best. Nonchalant, she lies awake on her side. Like a crescent moon, Sinderella waits to be spooned. When the sweetness of her perfume mixes with warm notes of his cologne, Sinderella calls out his name, knowing quite well that he won't be able to tame. So now Sinderella once again believes in magic knowing exactly who to choose, the one who got her dainty glass slippers or a pair of Jimmy Choo? -- Afshan Amin Mohammad
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She was intimidated by him but he also made her heart flutter every time he caught her looking at him. She fell for his courage and sincerity, and even if the world didn't believe him, she wanted him, she loved him for what he was, and that was all there was to it.
Date
She gets out of the shower, he'll be there in just about an hour. Dewdrops on her bare skin, Tonight she’s going out with him. Dropping her towel down, she admires the places where she’s put on a few pounds. She grooves in slow motion, while smearing Armani Si body lotion. "Which colour strikes your fancy?" She texts him. "Black," a monosyllabic reply. “Jet black, jade, onyx, ebony or raven?” He doesn't respond, with work he's laden. “Chiffon, silk or lace?” she persists, knowing quite well, he's trying his hard to resist. She chooses a bold red, to pick up a fight with him that will be quite befitting in bed. She leaves her maine wild and free, and gives herself wings with her Mac eyeliner. While dressing up for him, she rediscovers love for herself. She is proud of the woman she's become. With three-inch heels on, She struts down to his office all alone. Afshan Amin Mohammad
Chemical Imbalance
Chemical Imbalance a chemical element in the periodic table. Its symbol, your initial, in a chain around my neck. Within each of its atoms, I, a negative electron, orbit around you, a positive proton. An electric force just before being kissed, a pull between the the two opposite charges. I'm not ashamed. This is attraction, the very chemistry of human nature. Afshan Amin Mohammad
Songs
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Unchained melody
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Botany Lessons
Today, he taught me the science behind why love is a verb. This was without haste, This was without inhibitions. This was tender, like a healer's hand. This was a need for my survival. A practice test, a viva, a demonstration of the dissection, a prerequisite for labelling the diagram. He handed me the flower, looking straight into my eyes. It used to be a bud, that blossomed into a prunus persica, peachtree flower. Its nectar, so sweet. I felt the petals, with my fingertips, a gentle rub, caressing its softness against my cheek. This is the stamen, the pollen sac. These are the masculine features of the flower. To distract him from the lesson, I began to peel the petals: “He loves me, He loves me, knot.” He quickly pinpointed, That is you. This is the ovary, the most treasured part, that bears the fruit. How the garden outside the window, turned the barren land into fertile soil. Just us two are enough. Within us, the philosophy of botany. Try the peach, Sink your teeth into the flesh, now suck the nectar. I gazed at the wonder of how simple the act is and yet amazed at the signs for those who contemplate. ?si=prSrK0IN4ZXeR17_
Young Love
It was only when I saw you after years, I realised that time could not age love. Was it you sensing my nervousness around you, or the confidence you wore so easily around me? The coincidence of our eye contact, or our innocence of still pretending to look away?
My Lover's Equation
Why do you count your prayer beads? Do you think how much is uttered >how it is uttered? If God calculates every deed in the hereafter, Let me × my sins by meeting your green gaze. And find the probability (P) of what happens when your virtues = your sin? Would you go to hell or heaven? Even the Algebricians are quiet when it comes to which of your X & Y chromosomes will mingle with my X tonight. Answer key: values may vary according to working Afshan Amin mohamamd X…..X
The Other Side
Walking down the street, my hand in my pocket. It's better this way. Alone. Unlike the half-hearted hand-holding you offered. A simpleton could reason, this was not love’s path. Yet I walked on with conviction, and you doubted me in silence. Each time our hands clasped together, they drifted apart in the midst of c r o s s i n g the road. I would wave to you on the other side. Go on, this time I have decided to stay back.
Destined
وَخَلَقْنَاكُمْ اَزْوَاجًا "And we created you in pairs" [Quran, 78:8] Life is preparing us to be ready for each other, that's for certain. Your last name with my first, etched in stone. Our pasts will align, our crooked fates will intertwine, this is the divine design for the right time. Till then discover love fearlessly. My belief has set you free. Love, Afshan
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