The Wedding Day (part-2)

Hey Readers!

Just a quick note, if you haven’t read the first part then please go through it first and then this one because it’s important! ๐Ÿ˜›

The Wedding Day (part-1)

Here’s the link and if you have read it already then you can proceed here.

Thank you! 


……….

Mom took my hands and led me outside

No noise, no voice, no celebrations foreside..

I noticed all eyes were on me staring

All I heard was peopleโ€™s humming..

My heart was acting insane

The breaths, the beats, the brain..

Dad was standing in front of a flower decorated car

It was HIS, which was still unrevealed star..

I rolled my eyes at it all over in some expectations

The jasmines and roses, beautiful combinations..

Dad bowed head as he looked at me

I still didnโ€™t got why everyone was looking at me..

I looked and gave a quick smile to dad curiously

He didnโ€™t moved but looked at me restlessly..

โ€œWhat happened?โ€ mom asked when she came

I smiled in confusion and gestured the same..

He opened the door I was waiting for

The door I always dreamed and lived for..

There was the person I was willing to see

My future, my groom, my devotee..

My smile went bigger but dad didnโ€™t responded

I took steps further to welcome him and greeted..

Mom asked the same if he could tell

But dad still was the same like he didnโ€™t heard the yell..

I looked again in the car nervously

He wasnโ€™t moving an inch even partly..

I bowed head to see as I got closer

My heart stopped and time got slower..

He was pale, pure and still

God, his eyes were closed and mine filled..

I looked at dad and again at him

โ€œDad he is not looking at meโ€ I whispered

โ€œHe is not listening to my wordsโ€ I whispered..

No replies I got in result

No words I got in return..

I kept asking hundreds of questions

It was like no one was giving me attention..

My body felt weaker as I donโ€™t want to realize

My precious love, my better half is demised..

I noticed marooned henna on my hands

Wondered if he could find his name on its grands..

I wasnโ€™t ready to face this extraordinary sorrow

It was like God has took everything he allowed me to borrow..

โ€œNo, please.. just noโ€ฆโ€ I whispered

โ€œPlease say something to me.. please!โ€ I whispered..

Some people gathered to take him out of the car

I was just staring at him, my only leading star..

I wore a maroon lehnga and all the matching jewellary with it

He was wearing white Sherwani and matching shoes with it..

We were looking perfect

But God seems to be upset..

He was lying in front and not looking at me

And I was pretending all day that he will smile at me..

The butterflies I felt every time I saw him

Are dead now just like his soul met the rim..

I dreamed of every single thing of after marriage

The kids, the work, the happiness and affordable carriage..

 I literally didnโ€™t believed he was gone

Someone told it was a car accident across the road..

He went to buy something he said โ€˜importantโ€™

The tear I felt on my cheek was inexplicably instant..

I closed my eyes and saw him smiling

Just like we first met and exchanged sweet hurtings..

I felt myself tumbled on the ground harshly

The pain, the cries, the screams loudly..

Just after my eyes closed and met him again

I saw him standing next to me in kingdoms of heaven..

We both were in whiten long outfits

Holding each otherโ€™s hands fearless and explicit..

That was the moment we gazed our eye’s ashen

In the presence of Almighty, we hitched in heaven ..

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wed..

–xOx–

 

 

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