Activities of Irfan Ali

When the sun's rays fall upon the desert sands, the image of a bride emerges. This image is the embodiment of civilization, tradition, and beauty. The bride of the East is a symbol of a wounded history, where a woman, bound in the garland of love, hides countless secrets behind her silence. Yet today, that same bride speaks boldly of freedom and dreams.

Adorned in a kaleidoscope of colors,
Carrying questions hidden in the tinkling of her bangles,
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She sat unperturbed, at ease,
Her attire pulled up to her knees.
In the mirror's gaze, the beauty of her form,
Pride and perfection in her own norm.
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I think of every word,
When I write to you,
But this story,
Where can I speak it?
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In my imagination, I adorn every thought,
As I weave your essence into words, finely wrought.

I find myself unable to utter a single phrase,
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In crimson lips, a tale concealed,
Love's first sign is thus revealed.

On the tongue lie hues so deep,
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Femininity is not a mere charm of the body,
Nor a guard of beauty, nor an allure so gaudy.

It is not just the bloom of a radiant face,
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Crimson lips, the story they silently weave,
Of passions deep, and dreams they conceive.

A whisper of fire, a shade of delight,
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In the arms of nature's green embrace,
She stands—a silhouette of grace.
The wind whispers secrets through the trees,
A call to her spirit: rise, be free.
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In the attire of night, you are the hidden secret,
You are the luminous flight of beauty.

Nestled in the dreams of a white sheet,
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At the edge of silence, peace softly speaks
Every moment unfolds secrets it seeks

In the water's mirror, old dreams arise
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