My Valentine For A Lifetime

To my forever beloved valentine, my sunshine, my moonlight, my Jinni.

I know how many times you refuse me, but I'll never give up. You are trully my one & only valentine. I listened to your voice as I worked through the day. I even recorded it as I streamed it from the net. For me you are smooth as cream, sweeter than honey & rarer than nectar. My dreams are filled with sugar frosted dreams of you with the edges laced with cotton candy trimmings.

Best of all, I planted your favourite tree in our garden & around the house. The one that you had planted just outside my bedroom window has grown so beautifully. At night, breezes waft in the sweet scented air into my room & perfume it with its intoxicating scent. It reminds me so much of you & make me feel as if you are there, right beside me.

I have filled this heart of mine of all the things that reminds me of you. Of all the things that are sweet and pure.

Come home my Jinni, come home to your forever valentine...

Jas

Swinging For The Fence

To my sweet Jinni,

Since you changed your blog I have not been in the mood to write here. And as I jet set across the globe, my mind keeps wondering back to you. I am no fool, I know how I feel about you & I won't even try to hide or forget it. So what if I can't have you, what if you never learn to love me, I will still treasure you till the end of the world.

I soothed my frazzled mind by running through a romance website that I came across with love letters. The following words felt so right that it stayed in my mind.

"I could hide my heart away in a little box. While my heart may never be hurt, the cost is spending every night alone. I have done that for ten years and I am finished. I am swinging for the fences, I am looking to live the dream, I am putting my heart out there. Could it end up being squashed like a bug, sure. I may never live the dream, but I am going to be swinging for the fences and expecting great things."

Well, my dear sweet honey suckle, you just keep saying no for all you want, but I am swinging for the fences too and maybe, just maybe I might see a glimmer of hope for me.

Your Jas

Heart Shaped Leaves

On my last trip to Woodside, I saw this grape vine growing languidly over the wooden fence. The colour of Autumn had kissed them into a lovely blushed red. At first, I mistook the tiny leaves to be in a heart shape but upon closer look found it to be otherwise. But that first glance remained, those missed heart beats hung in the air, and the gentle memory of your smile seeped into my mind like a gentle caress, like a warm summer breeze. I couldn't help but rejoice in the moment. Those tiny heart shaped leaves weaving its way, just like the memories of your laughter enveloping me like the embrace of a lover. And at that moment, I knew that it didnt matter how far you are and to who you belonged to, my memories of your smiles would always belong to me.... and only me.

My sweet Jinni, I love you and will always do. Where ever you are, how ever you are, my love and my prayers are always with you. May Allah have you in his infinite generosity and bless you every moment of every day.

With All My Love,
Jas

Ramazaan Mubarak

A Vision For The Future

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say.
You are in my vision and you are something to behold alright.
And I am giving this for you so that you use it as a foundation for dreams of a beautiful future.

Tied Together

Life is such an amazing thing. We come across so many things in our life and yet we manage to not remember most of what we see, hear and feel. Not too long ago, I cut short one of my business trips to fly off to see someone very dear to me. But of course she argued and retaliated as she normally does and gave a thousand reasons as to why I should not be going there to see her. One of our mutual friends had informed me that she had suddenly taken very seriously ill and wild horses couldn't have kept me away from her. So I just hopped on the first plane headed that way and almost jumped off the plane when I saw her homeland. Set upon azure velvet were these scattered emeralds. Home to the lady who holds the key to my heart.

I don’t remember much about how I cleared from security and customs but all I remember is stepping into the bright sunshine and wondering how I'd react when I see her. I collected myself and my bag and set out to see her. I called her to let her know that I was here and would like to see her. I had her address and I could have just as easily made my way there to surprise her but I had her and her family to consider. My heart did a double somersault when she gave me the name of a restaurant and asked me to meet her there in a bit.

She walked in through the glass doors like a cool summer breeze and as her eyes settled on me I could feel myself going warm all over. I helped her into her seat and she smiled brilliantly. She looked pale and drawn and though she tried to hide it I saw that she looked worn out. And her eyes held a sadness which almost broke my heart. And though I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her that I'd take care of her, instead I just sat there and carried on animatedly with her.

The time just flew by and all I ever wanted to do was sit there and listen to her sweet voice. She was trying to persuade me to go back, explaining to me in great detail as to why I shouldn't "waste my time" there with her. I tried hard not to laugh at her reasonings and just sat there smiling like a fool while basking in her presence.

Okay, so she did get me to return to work a day later but those beautiful moments stayed with me all the time. Having returned home, I look around at what I have built with my own two hands. What I had, until then, called as my home. Suddenly it feels empty and lifeless without her laughter and warmth to echo off the walls and ring through the halls. All I could think of was how she could turn something thing meagre and plain into something of wonder and awe. My perspective on this world keels just a tad and the whole wide world looks all new.

I visited one of my elderly neighbours upon my return. She has these two cats and while she knits, she gives then one of her knitting yarns to play with. That day I was watching them play and get themselves all tangled up in the wool and I had to untie them from each other. And I couldn’t help myself but wish that it was me, all tangled up with my sweetheart. But unlike the two cats, I don’t want to get untangled. I just want to remain that way, forever.

Oh can you imagine how sweet life would be, if our lives were tied up together. So tangle me up in my life with yours and never let me go. So my sweet Jinni, be mine and make me forever yours.

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