Disappointment.

Its an easy concept to grasp. An instant emotion to feel.

Disappointed.

Its an easy word to say. Atleast, once you are old enough to speak clearly.

But it holds so much more than just the feeling of being let down, of having not met expectations. There's this element of heartbreak involved. This sinking feeling that things never were as great as you imagined. It has more than comes across when you say it. The person has this hope of making it up to you and moving on. Its almost encouraging to the said person.

But there's more where that came from. Disappointment isn't just a feeling to be dealt with - it could be a very real understanding of things as they dawn upon you. A very clear truth that settles its roots within you. You'd think if we didn't expect anything from anyone - we would be shielded from being disappointed. When really, all that takes is the wrong impression of what you consider a fact.

As in the case, of the news story below, no matter how little the percentage of disappointment - it can have a very real affect on a person.

http://gulfnews.com/news/gulf/uae/health/colas-in-uae-comply-with-required-standards-abu-dhabi-food-control-authority-1.1041829

Not everything we know..

I know you expected me to smile. Like a hearty, broad smile. When you gazed at me like you did - I know that's what you were waiting for me to do.

I know you expected me to say something. Like a welcome, embracing word. When we stood there for hours on end - I know that's what you were waiting for me to say.

I know you know the moment's been etched in my memory forever.

I expected you to know and you did.

But, dear one, it's little about what we know and a lot more about what we can do about it.
As far apart as time has pushed us, there's little to say or do. Or feel.

Be it in a fantasy or the reality, not everything we know is ...exactly what we feel.

Crisp.

The smell of fresh leaves,
the crisp sound of crushing old ones.
The mist in the air,
as it melts on my skin.

Its a routine we do,
Its ours till the end.
Its a feeling we make,
Its for us to live within.

Walking with a heavy head,
and sometimes light as air,
What is it that is wanted from us?
or from you? or from me?

Just silence and a little pain,
just noise and some joy.
A gulp and a breath,
to keep walking on.

Is it that's all there?
Is there more we're yet to see.
It seems a never-ending road,
or one that's just begun instead.

Haze in my head,
Dewy - my heart,
Quite - my mind,
They say its the perfect moment to pray.

...

Been 'springcleaning' for the past few days...though its a pleasant *and oh so rare* 14 degrees outside SubhanAllah ... =)

Newho, the back of one's cupboard (or the half of one's shelving & wardrobe unit) can be a beautiful yet surreal, reminiscence-causing  area. The photographs, the keepsakes, the souvenirs and those no1-knows-i-saved-this items can hold an entire lifetime within them when you've not even lived half of your life =D..

Well, let's just say amidst all the sweet memories made & touching experiences had..there are the inevitable bunch of grand-hiccups down the road .. the let-me-sing-loudly-to-myself-to-forget-that-ever-happened twists to our otherwise sunny bright journey.. And when you've had your fair share of these hiccups, or are bombarded by them one after the other for a signficant amount of time......... you become a sort've of "nostalgia-phobe".
You begin to dread missing anything ... there's a whole lotta bitter in that jar of sweet.. the emo in you is heavier on the see-saw than you're happy-go-lucky side.... you're still living out the part where it'll all balance and become a "mixed bag" or a series of "ups and downs"..... it's still a waiting period & you'd much rather anticipate & hope for the result uphill than cherish the effort at the bottom.

No surprises if I can relate to any of that.. although thankfully, I seem to be gradually making peace with the entire bitter part and actually begin to enjoy it as the unique aftertaste to AMPLE sweet I've had in my life so far Alhamdulilah =)..

Here's some post-appropriate lyrics from "Yaad" by Shehzad Roy (which is his only piece that I like):

Yaad 

Woh jo hum mein tum mein qarar tha,

Woh jo hum mein tum mein qarar tha,

Tumhe yaad ho k na yaad ho.

Jo na mit sakey wahi pyar tha

Jo na mit sakey wahi pyar tha

Tumhe yaad ho k na yaad ho.

Woh naey gilay woh shikayatein 

Woh maze maze ki hikayathein

Kabhi rooththe kabhi maanthe

Woh sitham kabhi woh inayathein

Mujhe sab hay yaad

Zara zara..

Mujhe sab hay yaad

Zara zara..

Tumhe yaad ho k na yaad ho.

Tumhe yaad ho k na yaad ho.

Woh jo hum mein tum mein qarar tha,

Woh jo hum mein tum mein qarar tha,

Tumhe yaad ho k na yaad ho.

Woh jo din thay kitnay ajeeb thay,

Haan bus aik se naseeb thay.

Kay judaa na houn yahi khauwf tha,

Kabhi hum bhi itna qareeb thay.

Woh jo waada meinay wafa kiya,

Woh jo waada meinay wafa kiya,

Tumhe yaad ho k na yaad ho.

Jo na mit sakey wahi pyar tha

Jo na mit sakey wahi pyar tha

Tumhe yaad ho k na yaad ho.

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....dewy memories aside, g'nite folks! ;)

My demons & my muse.

I thought I may as well churn the cheesy-cheese.
Write about how I felt - for my own relief.

And how I felt wasn't that uplifting or nice,
Something of the sort you'd call "quiet a surprise."

It wasn't supposed to feel as uncomfortable as this,
What you didn't really have.. how could you miss?

I wasn't meant to breath this unknown air,
I'd rather lay my heart bare.

That it would leave a little lump in my throat,
That it would carve a fleshy hole.

I didn't see it coming & hitting me this hard,
Expectations only work to raise the bar.

There's no good that ever comes out of them,
Why dwell into what you don't comprehend?

I would be forced to seek another refuge,
Neglecting your ears to preserve my muse.

I yearn to know what in me you fight,
I need to know I'm in this right.

That my prose would be shoved away with a sweet sugar coat,
A whiff of arrogance in a praise-worthy note.

I do not expect it for I do intend to be fair,
Yet humanity presents in imperfections my share.

I do pray it never matters as much as this night,
That I'm forever awed by the days bright.

Sight

I don't know what's going wrong,
what is right.
In the craziest ride along,
I've held on tight.
A sense of where we belong,
hoping for an actual sight.
Praying with an urge so strong,
for there to be no..
...nightmare tonight.

Buried Deep.

Buried deep.
Feels like an eternal sleep.

Exhausted from the screaming.
Dirt's all the support I'm held in.

Have food to keep me fuller,
Have tidy cloth for cover.

Why must I yearn more?
Flames behind every door.

Suppression - does it really matter?
Roll me a joint brother.

Let me rise in shades of gray.
Blown by the wind astray.

Stuck miserably in the same air,
Until Mercy descends on every inch, every hair.

Whatever comes up on this road.
Awaiting the day the sun folds.