Friday, August 31, 2012

When the Fire Dies...


So, at last the fiery fire diminishes
Not any warmth left, all is blown
The hearth looks empty, too silent
Ashes all dead, cold and all blown   
Once it was warm, amber and buoyant
Today, lost and gone, it’s forever  
Feeble traces of smoke flicker
Offering flashbacks in the air
Wood still lives through the death
Then, what caused the end of it?
Did the inherent illuminate the fire?
Or did the eye-rain burn it out?
With age, it will grow, was a notion
Who knew it will decrepit so soon?
The fire had the ability to live eternally
But now that it is gone and lost
Coldness surrounds it
Deserted
Abandoned
The fireplace is dark, silent, closed

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Our True Aspiration – A Benediction



How we wish we come to Thee
In our eternal state of humility
To thank Thee for what you have gifted
As among many, we have been sifted
Grant us a heart, Oh dear Lord
That for the just only beats
Bless us with a mind, Oh Allah
That only follows that you teach
Let this winning be just the beginning
Let the shower of your mercy be never-ending
In hope and faith, we shall always see you around
May your love and care always, our world, surround!

Aamen!   

Friday, January 20, 2012

Standing at the Window


I stand at the window;
thoughts crawl like a shadow.
My eyes on the wide blue sky,
Wind blows around with a sigh.
Dew tears cover the grass;
It wings me to a state of trance.
Pleasant, the sight;
Flowers sway by in colors and in white.
Birds chirp merrily
People in grief and joy
Me? My eyes not on them
My head held up high -
In the vast desolate sky -
How I wish I turn into an eagle
...to rise above and high!

Friday, July 1, 2011

A Half of Me

At the crackdown of dawn - crepuscule ended
The tale of a strange morning descended 
When to the mirror, I walked up
Shocked to the inner - a part of me was missing
Disappeared, escaped, vanished or numbed 
Left half, saw I in the mirror
Save the right half that was gone
Became dust or decayed with age
What miracle or curse - I know not! 





Monday, May 16, 2011

In a book, a rose I see

Darkened with time
Crisped like a perfect rhyme
In a book, a rose I see
Nectar of which fed many a bee
An emblem of love
Or forgotten, all and above
Now powdered and dried
Perhaps a sign of someone who sighed
Lying dead betwixt the words
Spreading its lifeless petals as wings of birds
In a book, a rose I see
That in past; bloomed with freshness
Adorning the garden; adding to its richness
Why not an object of embellishment?
Why without care and nourishment?
In a book, a rose I see
Now hidden and unremembered
As if its owner has slumbered
‘ts buried now -
in the book, this rose that I see

Thursday, May 12, 2011

How I wish I were a Butterfly


With brightly pigmented wings
Patterns of polka and rings
Delicate and alluring
From bloom to bloom ambling

Soaring high and low
To the gardens I bow
Resting on flowers
Imbued with the heavenly showers

Feeding on nectar
The only way to nurture
Discernible, fluttering flight
Not in dark, but daylight

Acquainted with every blossom
Beauty and pleasure for many some
Yesterday a caterpillar, today a butterfly
Weather and resentment to defy

Subject of literary art
Brooch and jewel to look smart
In freedom and delight I would live
Short, but as beautiful, if I may strive

Sunday, May 8, 2011

A Desert Turns into a Garden


Arid and torrid
Signifying hopelessness and failure
The desert, that lies in a corner

Half dead and wearied its inhabitants
Men, peasants and infants
Barren is its land
In sight is none, save the sand

No travelers tread its way
As thorns are likely to sway
Oh! What dismay!
Every step moving astray

The beacon eclipsed of yore
Buried near the shore

The sun shines with all its might
But, lacking in its light
Evil holds its roots;
Abundance of loots

Today has rained after years
Every drop from sky sheers
And so does the parched desert cheers

Its sand turns into rose petals –
Flowing with the breeze
Summer turns into spring -
And people bow with ease

Look! The desert has turned into a garden
Cries are now cheers
Infertile desert now a joyful Eden

Monday, April 11, 2011

My New Blog :)

After much hesitation, I have reached to a conclusion that I must run a blog for recording my personal experiences and random thoughts - a kind of a web diary.  I have always thought of doing that, but I don't know why I was reluctant before. Anyways, I am finally into it!

So, here is the link:

http://themagiccasements.blogspot.com/

I am not giving up on poems, so this blog will remain active too :)

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Are you still breathing?


Yes! We are!

Accosting the tremor;
the water in its wrath;
and the carnage of the innocent

Like the beads of a necklace
Defying nature, combating brutality.

We starve for hunger
We live vexatious
But yes we are still breathing

Robbed off our tri-gems
Plagued our home with terror
Castigated our presence to the ball,
We triumph over our ascendancy.

A mere defeat on the ground
And we shall still breathe

A defeat in disguise -
A sign of unity shells our loss

Uniting us from the Heaven-on-earth to the High Mountains 
From the Plateaus to the Plains
From the Valleys to the Sea
See! We are still breathing

From the temples to the church
And from the mosques to the bliss
We chorused the songs of the Green.

Enduring natural disasters
Facing calamities
Only death may take away our breath
And death occurs in solitude of the soul

We, the nation that breathes
We stand alive! Like the teeth of the comb!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

You, Me and Memories - A Dedication to a Friend :)

I consider myself blessed for coming across some very kind people in my life. Though my list of friends is countless and each one of them is special to me in their own way. But, there are three of them, who are and will always occupy a special corner in my heart; Mamoona, Huma and Hira.

I have always taken pride for being someone who is never forgetful about wishing her dear ones on their birthdays, but shockingly this time I forgot my best friend, Mamoona’s birthday :(. I didn’t actually forget it; it’s just that there was so much happening around that it slipped out of my mind the very day she had it.

I know her for more than eight years now and this was the first time something like that happened – so, it came like a blow to us both. I tried to assuage her by fabricating a terse poesy and it proved to be profitable in pacifying her :). In  fact, I too felt a little off-the-burden of guilt and regret after scribbling this down. Although none of you would be clearly able to relate to it, because of its subjective nature, but I still thought to put it up on my blog. So, here it is:

You, Me and Memories


The passage of early nest and the light drizzle,
two buds walking, speaking of their charms of youth.
Many have been the flowers of this Eden,
but oh for you and me!


Our heaven and those days of freedom,
Sitting side by side when our hearts would sink for a little more.
Yet many angels around but oh for you and me!


A delight or a nightmare,
remember the days of sorrowful regret!
Turning into dreamful memories,
when you and I, oh, were but always affectionate.


At this twilight,
let it be our dawn.
Still you and I
and those lingering stellars.
Save the somatic distance,
oh for you and me!

Friday, September 17, 2010

The Bird in My Window

Perching from branch to branch –
The bird flaps her wings
‘Companion’ – she looks for

Staring at me in my window
Pondering over some thoughts
O Bird! My call – what your eyes look for?

My eyes look for a friend – a hand, a shoulder, that who favors me in distress
Her words familiar, when I listen – like I have heard them before

My soul, my heart, my mind – it is my every part speaking out these words
I tell the bird, your search is over – let me be your friend
Your only companion through the dark paths and
Your only ear when you speak your heart

Nature transforms me into a flying creature and I fly away with my friend
To a world that was unknown to me but now feels like my very home
True they say when they say that peace dwells in love and friendship

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Cruel Sun


Leaves lose their crispness
Birds go home
Still walking on the forlorn track,
I keep looking back and forth
Birds’ song – too distant
Shade of the trees – away!
Under my shadow, I refuge from the cruel sun
Treading fast, I keep walking to run.

Sun chasing me
Following me, to look into my weak eyes
Eluding, I strive as it is strong

Trees – not thick enough and the sun blazes with all its might

My fault or that of the power after me?
Leaving vacuum - the unanswered question slows my pace.

I still keep moving and the sun keeps following
Its cold, but no wish to beek in the cruel sun -
I fear to burn!

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Happy Birthday, Pakistan


Happy birthday, Pakistan - So you turned 63 today
The sound of the roars and the happy crowd is fresh in my mind as yesterday

They wreath my grave and they walk arrogantly on your soil,
What good does it do; isn’t it better to toil?

You have seen men in khaki and men on the dice
Who came to help you rise?

They want to busticate your body and gnaw at the pieces
Do I call them well-wishers or vultures in disguises?

Your old body palsies and your rivers flood
With water and with blood

Throughout these years you have seen waves and tides
Not your offspring, but some parasites have taken rides

I see chaos and pain that clenches your every arm and finger
Is it for the danger of the behemoth or the snakes?

What I see today is what I saw before your birth
Save the missing voice and the guiding hand
Oh mother of these!
Bring the same zeal again, for you are the only head they own.
Be a Phoenix – Rise again!

Notes: May Allah give us strength to rise again! Amen

Friday, July 30, 2010

The Wailing Lover


No pean the wailing lover sings of him or his love;
No poem he writes on the joyous dove.
Its the jeremiad in which he gains some relief;
He wishes to express his grief.
He sojourned in her heart like a rose in the spring garden; and sought the pleasures of being loved like a fresh sardine.
No one to give solace,
Not even a moment of grace.
He takes solitary steps to the lonely path;
Before he is given the holy bath.
The somatic love ended in the blink of an eye and now he stands with the mead thinking of his jejune creed.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

I still stand there


I still stand there where you left me;
Holding the burnt ashes, those now lie in tiny fragments in the middle of my fingers

I still stand there with bare feet, under the sheet of dry autumn leaves
The sound of the crunching leaves, still fresh in my ears
The moment of your departure is marked by the silence in the air and I stand dead…still!

The rain drizzles from the light clouds and I take refuge for my tears
The weeping of the heart is still the same,
That of the eyes has somewhat dimmed.

Youth went in the pleasure of your faithfulness and the days to come will go by in the sweet memories
Then what is it that I search in this floral tapestry?

The wind touches my feet and the leaves crawl down beneath,
The sighs of the wind are in harmony to the sighs I have within
It is a magic or nature
A miracle or my belief
That you have long gone but I find you standing there...STILL!!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

HEALER


The sudden appearance of spring overtakes the long aching winter,
dry, cold and lifeless leaves become fresh,
offering life to colorful flowers and the green meadows.
Dark, gloomy clouds depart and move to distant lands;
and sun, takes its place in its own rink.
Sky looks neat and bright,
no more signs of the frozen pain.
Why has the world turned so miraculously beautiful,
is what I am reckoning over.
Chanting of the prayers helped,
or is it fate and time?
My healer has bestowed me a thorn-less life and
now I am embraced by the joys of spring,
prophesying me the arrival of eternal summer;
the dancing summer and the summer of fulfilled promises.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

My Burdened Existence



It is still lingering in my mind - the shadow of my past,
Perishing me and my existence in to a deep chasm.
In every moment of the present, I feel the chasing of those footsteps-
Haunting my dreams and my imaginations.
It creeps to hold me back, to freeze the old clock.
I try to escape and I try to run,
by wading my way through the snow,
only makes my foot entangle in it more.
Screams of my inner voices,
instigate me to listen harder,
my senses go numb and there I wait at the starting point again.
How long will I hold this coldness?
What else I have to give up for it?
Do I have anyone to question, when my own soul is missing to answer?
-Hiding in the dark shadows from my own existence-
My burdened existence,
My incomplete self,
rests heavy on my heart and soul,
And there lies no place here, where I can find peace.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

A Woman, A Woman...Its All She Can Be



I wrote this poem when I was in the twelfth grade. I wrote it for a poetry competition held by the Aurat Foundation, it had won me the third prize. I am posting it in its original form, have not edited it now, although I see many flaws and errors. This time is the best, I thought, to have it here as its the World's Women's Day.

A passion, a love, a fire, a heaven;
a woman, a woman, its all she can be.

She stays awake to make her child sleep;
she stays hungry to let her child eat.
she cares, she weeps, she gives all that her child needs,
the one to whom we all turn is a mother,a mother.

An angel, an eagle, an enthusiasm, an ocean;
a woman, a woman, its all she can be.

She stands beside her husband no matter what the time be,
she sacrifices her needs so her husband does not weep.
she loves, she compromises her desires and fulfills her husbands every small wish.
the one who can always counted on by a husband,is a wife, a wife.

A kite, a flower, a raindrop, a sea;
a woman, a woman, its all she can be.

She cries with her parents, she laughs with her parents,
she lets go even her lover for the sake of her parents.
she adores, she admires and she is the reason for her parent's pride,
on whom all the parents can rely on, is a daughter, a daughter.

A trust, a friend, a star, a wind;
a woman, a woman, its all she can be.

She shares, she keeps all the secrets that she hears;
she gives confidence and can become a source of inspiration,
she rejoices with all your joys and suffers all your pains,
to whom we can talk whenever we are lonely,for a brother, is always a sister, a sister.

She makes us all proud,
and instigates me to say this aloud,
I AM A WOMAN
I AM A WOMAN
I AM PROUD TO BE A WOMAN.

Saturday, January 30, 2010


Memory of a scattered dream, or a sad face
That of a tear of an eye, or a tragic phase

May be of a lost word, or never ending obsession
Or a love of my life, or a regret of my existence

I know not, but something lacks in my resurrection
So I fall deep in the ocean of my non-existence

Is it a light wind or a gale?
Is it charity of feelings or emotions for sale?

Depth of an ocean or height of a sky
A question of who and a query of why

An open aggression, a hidden betrayal
I know not but something causes me to fail

I am lost and so is my verse
I don’t know what I wrote until you point out from the source

It seems I am ire and completely lost
That one thing now I hold, the other moment it is sold

Lost with the sight or with the rhythm of my poem
I understand not the words that I coin.

Is it by chance or an act of my conscience?
So here I stand incomplete & senseless

I am lost and so is my soul.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

The Midnight Lamp

The midnight lamp kept burning silently
its quiet fire narrated some tales

Unattended, were some of them...still
thus ignored went this burning sacrifice to them

The lamp held in it thousands of stories
and it kept talking to only a few

Then came the gush of wind from nowhere
And there it stood all burnt

The midlight lamp was no more
but the brightness was more than it ever bore

Sunday, January 17, 2010

REGRETS and REMORSE...the tale of a regretful soul!!!


...Putting aside all his regrets and remorse,
He stepped in silent pace to the city of peace,
Leaning side by side is his gone-by past,
Filled with tears is his heart.

Uncommon thoughts remind him of thee,
Some silent steps; also brought by the scene, windy!

Lying close in his arms when her eyes shone,
arms that no more hold him as mine,
is now the regret he will always own.

Lets throw away the memories in the stream;
are the words he speaks to his soul.
'These are the words you always speak',
bursts out his lonely soul.

Getting ashamed of his own cowardice,
He hides his face in a dark disguise.

Life didn't turn out, the way he expected,
Everything he did, he regretted,
Be it to him or to anyone subjected.

He had a dream,
But what did he do to get it?



Still..He must go on as he should,
The sun rose and there he stood,
Might I find peace somewhere close,
Lets ignore this present remorse.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

THE BEAUTY AND THE BEE

Beauty, was as if caged in it,
its grace and fragrance like the towered
pride of the garden.
Sick Rose,
Fell in love with the bee!
How cruel can love be lets see.

The beauty awaited long for its return,
the bee, being late as too much absorbed in its fun.

Whole night the bee would wait in the hope,
just for an instant the bee would appear to go.

That moment of oneness was enough,
as the beauty lived only for that alone.

Then one day when Eros was being kind,
the bee realized how unkind it had been;
too lost in the fake world of others,
lost completely in the charming world of hemlock drinkers...
What it had done!

Ah! The beauty that waited long for its return,
no more waited now,
not because the beauty changed its love,
but the nature had been unkind again all and above.

And this time the beauty was dead,
The bee was late and the beauty was dead.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

The Real Love ; a mother and a child

That in arms of her slumbers,
is no one but a shade of her and all that she remembers.
Pangs and pains she saw;
for this moment to be in awe.
Life has been bestowed by HIM, no wonder;
but why is that HE chose her for this can be no blunder.
Wrapping her arms around;
exhibiting the warmth that heavens bound.
The little one smiles to adore
O angel figure! who sent you to me bore?



Once again arms in arms they lie,
difference being who carries and who sighs.
You gave me life, so how is it you say byes?
Questioning his tearful eyes.
Years and years of his cuddle, now in his lap lies!

HOPE

The sunshine that does birth in the blossoms,

the light that hath ever shone in the human breast.

A reason, it has been to breathe and live,

For old years and new, it gloweth the senses.

Without, thee, has all in despair
and darkness;
Thy shall live as HOPE---- ALWAYS!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

AN OUTCAST

From tree to tree the eagle flies,
In quest of warmth, to stay by.
The fire flickers a distance away,
But it is nothing when the bird comes array.
Swooping high, it holds its breath;
Thinking twice, when it just once had to think.
Not in proximity to life;
It wonders to see a better day ahead.
The bird breaks its wings;
This was the only hope to keep it within the ring.
Sensing joys and sorrows are a part of existence,
It continues now by search through walk in the smooth ocean.

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Friday, August 31, 2012

When the Fire Dies...


So, at last the fiery fire diminishes
Not any warmth left, all is blown
The hearth looks empty, too silent
Ashes all dead, cold and all blown   
Once it was warm, amber and buoyant
Today, lost and gone, it’s forever  
Feeble traces of smoke flicker
Offering flashbacks in the air
Wood still lives through the death
Then, what caused the end of it?
Did the inherent illuminate the fire?
Or did the eye-rain burn it out?
With age, it will grow, was a notion
Who knew it will decrepit so soon?
The fire had the ability to live eternally
But now that it is gone and lost
Coldness surrounds it
Deserted
Abandoned
The fireplace is dark, silent, closed

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Our True Aspiration – A Benediction



How we wish we come to Thee
In our eternal state of humility
To thank Thee for what you have gifted
As among many, we have been sifted
Grant us a heart, Oh dear Lord
That for the just only beats
Bless us with a mind, Oh Allah
That only follows that you teach
Let this winning be just the beginning
Let the shower of your mercy be never-ending
In hope and faith, we shall always see you around
May your love and care always, our world, surround!

Aamen!   

Friday, January 20, 2012

Standing at the Window


I stand at the window;
thoughts crawl like a shadow.
My eyes on the wide blue sky,
Wind blows around with a sigh.
Dew tears cover the grass;
It wings me to a state of trance.
Pleasant, the sight;
Flowers sway by in colors and in white.
Birds chirp merrily
People in grief and joy
Me? My eyes not on them
My head held up high -
In the vast desolate sky -
How I wish I turn into an eagle
...to rise above and high!

Friday, July 1, 2011

A Half of Me

At the crackdown of dawn - crepuscule ended
The tale of a strange morning descended 
When to the mirror, I walked up
Shocked to the inner - a part of me was missing
Disappeared, escaped, vanished or numbed 
Left half, saw I in the mirror
Save the right half that was gone
Became dust or decayed with age
What miracle or curse - I know not! 





Monday, May 16, 2011

In a book, a rose I see

Darkened with time
Crisped like a perfect rhyme
In a book, a rose I see
Nectar of which fed many a bee
An emblem of love
Or forgotten, all and above
Now powdered and dried
Perhaps a sign of someone who sighed
Lying dead betwixt the words
Spreading its lifeless petals as wings of birds
In a book, a rose I see
That in past; bloomed with freshness
Adorning the garden; adding to its richness
Why not an object of embellishment?
Why without care and nourishment?
In a book, a rose I see
Now hidden and unremembered
As if its owner has slumbered
‘ts buried now -
in the book, this rose that I see

Thursday, May 12, 2011

How I wish I were a Butterfly


With brightly pigmented wings
Patterns of polka and rings
Delicate and alluring
From bloom to bloom ambling

Soaring high and low
To the gardens I bow
Resting on flowers
Imbued with the heavenly showers

Feeding on nectar
The only way to nurture
Discernible, fluttering flight
Not in dark, but daylight

Acquainted with every blossom
Beauty and pleasure for many some
Yesterday a caterpillar, today a butterfly
Weather and resentment to defy

Subject of literary art
Brooch and jewel to look smart
In freedom and delight I would live
Short, but as beautiful, if I may strive

Sunday, May 8, 2011

A Desert Turns into a Garden


Arid and torrid
Signifying hopelessness and failure
The desert, that lies in a corner

Half dead and wearied its inhabitants
Men, peasants and infants
Barren is its land
In sight is none, save the sand

No travelers tread its way
As thorns are likely to sway
Oh! What dismay!
Every step moving astray

The beacon eclipsed of yore
Buried near the shore

The sun shines with all its might
But, lacking in its light
Evil holds its roots;
Abundance of loots

Today has rained after years
Every drop from sky sheers
And so does the parched desert cheers

Its sand turns into rose petals –
Flowing with the breeze
Summer turns into spring -
And people bow with ease

Look! The desert has turned into a garden
Cries are now cheers
Infertile desert now a joyful Eden

Monday, April 11, 2011

My New Blog :)

After much hesitation, I have reached to a conclusion that I must run a blog for recording my personal experiences and random thoughts - a kind of a web diary.  I have always thought of doing that, but I don't know why I was reluctant before. Anyways, I am finally into it!

So, here is the link:

http://themagiccasements.blogspot.com/

I am not giving up on poems, so this blog will remain active too :)

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Are you still breathing?


Yes! We are!

Accosting the tremor;
the water in its wrath;
and the carnage of the innocent

Like the beads of a necklace
Defying nature, combating brutality.

We starve for hunger
We live vexatious
But yes we are still breathing

Robbed off our tri-gems
Plagued our home with terror
Castigated our presence to the ball,
We triumph over our ascendancy.

A mere defeat on the ground
And we shall still breathe

A defeat in disguise -
A sign of unity shells our loss

Uniting us from the Heaven-on-earth to the High Mountains 
From the Plateaus to the Plains
From the Valleys to the Sea
See! We are still breathing

From the temples to the church
And from the mosques to the bliss
We chorused the songs of the Green.

Enduring natural disasters
Facing calamities
Only death may take away our breath
And death occurs in solitude of the soul

We, the nation that breathes
We stand alive! Like the teeth of the comb!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

You, Me and Memories - A Dedication to a Friend :)

I consider myself blessed for coming across some very kind people in my life. Though my list of friends is countless and each one of them is special to me in their own way. But, there are three of them, who are and will always occupy a special corner in my heart; Mamoona, Huma and Hira.

I have always taken pride for being someone who is never forgetful about wishing her dear ones on their birthdays, but shockingly this time I forgot my best friend, Mamoona’s birthday :(. I didn’t actually forget it; it’s just that there was so much happening around that it slipped out of my mind the very day she had it.

I know her for more than eight years now and this was the first time something like that happened – so, it came like a blow to us both. I tried to assuage her by fabricating a terse poesy and it proved to be profitable in pacifying her :). In  fact, I too felt a little off-the-burden of guilt and regret after scribbling this down. Although none of you would be clearly able to relate to it, because of its subjective nature, but I still thought to put it up on my blog. So, here it is:

You, Me and Memories


The passage of early nest and the light drizzle,
two buds walking, speaking of their charms of youth.
Many have been the flowers of this Eden,
but oh for you and me!


Our heaven and those days of freedom,
Sitting side by side when our hearts would sink for a little more.
Yet many angels around but oh for you and me!


A delight or a nightmare,
remember the days of sorrowful regret!
Turning into dreamful memories,
when you and I, oh, were but always affectionate.


At this twilight,
let it be our dawn.
Still you and I
and those lingering stellars.
Save the somatic distance,
oh for you and me!

Friday, September 17, 2010

The Bird in My Window

Perching from branch to branch –
The bird flaps her wings
‘Companion’ – she looks for

Staring at me in my window
Pondering over some thoughts
O Bird! My call – what your eyes look for?

My eyes look for a friend – a hand, a shoulder, that who favors me in distress
Her words familiar, when I listen – like I have heard them before

My soul, my heart, my mind – it is my every part speaking out these words
I tell the bird, your search is over – let me be your friend
Your only companion through the dark paths and
Your only ear when you speak your heart

Nature transforms me into a flying creature and I fly away with my friend
To a world that was unknown to me but now feels like my very home
True they say when they say that peace dwells in love and friendship

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Cruel Sun


Leaves lose their crispness
Birds go home
Still walking on the forlorn track,
I keep looking back and forth
Birds’ song – too distant
Shade of the trees – away!
Under my shadow, I refuge from the cruel sun
Treading fast, I keep walking to run.

Sun chasing me
Following me, to look into my weak eyes
Eluding, I strive as it is strong

Trees – not thick enough and the sun blazes with all its might

My fault or that of the power after me?
Leaving vacuum - the unanswered question slows my pace.

I still keep moving and the sun keeps following
Its cold, but no wish to beek in the cruel sun -
I fear to burn!

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Happy Birthday, Pakistan


Happy birthday, Pakistan - So you turned 63 today
The sound of the roars and the happy crowd is fresh in my mind as yesterday

They wreath my grave and they walk arrogantly on your soil,
What good does it do; isn’t it better to toil?

You have seen men in khaki and men on the dice
Who came to help you rise?

They want to busticate your body and gnaw at the pieces
Do I call them well-wishers or vultures in disguises?

Your old body palsies and your rivers flood
With water and with blood

Throughout these years you have seen waves and tides
Not your offspring, but some parasites have taken rides

I see chaos and pain that clenches your every arm and finger
Is it for the danger of the behemoth or the snakes?

What I see today is what I saw before your birth
Save the missing voice and the guiding hand
Oh mother of these!
Bring the same zeal again, for you are the only head they own.
Be a Phoenix – Rise again!

Notes: May Allah give us strength to rise again! Amen

Friday, July 30, 2010

The Wailing Lover


No pean the wailing lover sings of him or his love;
No poem he writes on the joyous dove.
Its the jeremiad in which he gains some relief;
He wishes to express his grief.
He sojourned in her heart like a rose in the spring garden; and sought the pleasures of being loved like a fresh sardine.
No one to give solace,
Not even a moment of grace.
He takes solitary steps to the lonely path;
Before he is given the holy bath.
The somatic love ended in the blink of an eye and now he stands with the mead thinking of his jejune creed.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

I still stand there


I still stand there where you left me;
Holding the burnt ashes, those now lie in tiny fragments in the middle of my fingers

I still stand there with bare feet, under the sheet of dry autumn leaves
The sound of the crunching leaves, still fresh in my ears
The moment of your departure is marked by the silence in the air and I stand dead…still!

The rain drizzles from the light clouds and I take refuge for my tears
The weeping of the heart is still the same,
That of the eyes has somewhat dimmed.

Youth went in the pleasure of your faithfulness and the days to come will go by in the sweet memories
Then what is it that I search in this floral tapestry?

The wind touches my feet and the leaves crawl down beneath,
The sighs of the wind are in harmony to the sighs I have within
It is a magic or nature
A miracle or my belief
That you have long gone but I find you standing there...STILL!!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

HEALER


The sudden appearance of spring overtakes the long aching winter,
dry, cold and lifeless leaves become fresh,
offering life to colorful flowers and the green meadows.
Dark, gloomy clouds depart and move to distant lands;
and sun, takes its place in its own rink.
Sky looks neat and bright,
no more signs of the frozen pain.
Why has the world turned so miraculously beautiful,
is what I am reckoning over.
Chanting of the prayers helped,
or is it fate and time?
My healer has bestowed me a thorn-less life and
now I am embraced by the joys of spring,
prophesying me the arrival of eternal summer;
the dancing summer and the summer of fulfilled promises.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

My Burdened Existence



It is still lingering in my mind - the shadow of my past,
Perishing me and my existence in to a deep chasm.
In every moment of the present, I feel the chasing of those footsteps-
Haunting my dreams and my imaginations.
It creeps to hold me back, to freeze the old clock.
I try to escape and I try to run,
by wading my way through the snow,
only makes my foot entangle in it more.
Screams of my inner voices,
instigate me to listen harder,
my senses go numb and there I wait at the starting point again.
How long will I hold this coldness?
What else I have to give up for it?
Do I have anyone to question, when my own soul is missing to answer?
-Hiding in the dark shadows from my own existence-
My burdened existence,
My incomplete self,
rests heavy on my heart and soul,
And there lies no place here, where I can find peace.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

A Woman, A Woman...Its All She Can Be



I wrote this poem when I was in the twelfth grade. I wrote it for a poetry competition held by the Aurat Foundation, it had won me the third prize. I am posting it in its original form, have not edited it now, although I see many flaws and errors. This time is the best, I thought, to have it here as its the World's Women's Day.

A passion, a love, a fire, a heaven;
a woman, a woman, its all she can be.

She stays awake to make her child sleep;
she stays hungry to let her child eat.
she cares, she weeps, she gives all that her child needs,
the one to whom we all turn is a mother,a mother.

An angel, an eagle, an enthusiasm, an ocean;
a woman, a woman, its all she can be.

She stands beside her husband no matter what the time be,
she sacrifices her needs so her husband does not weep.
she loves, she compromises her desires and fulfills her husbands every small wish.
the one who can always counted on by a husband,is a wife, a wife.

A kite, a flower, a raindrop, a sea;
a woman, a woman, its all she can be.

She cries with her parents, she laughs with her parents,
she lets go even her lover for the sake of her parents.
she adores, she admires and she is the reason for her parent's pride,
on whom all the parents can rely on, is a daughter, a daughter.

A trust, a friend, a star, a wind;
a woman, a woman, its all she can be.

She shares, she keeps all the secrets that she hears;
she gives confidence and can become a source of inspiration,
she rejoices with all your joys and suffers all your pains,
to whom we can talk whenever we are lonely,for a brother, is always a sister, a sister.

She makes us all proud,
and instigates me to say this aloud,
I AM A WOMAN
I AM A WOMAN
I AM PROUD TO BE A WOMAN.

Saturday, January 30, 2010


Memory of a scattered dream, or a sad face
That of a tear of an eye, or a tragic phase

May be of a lost word, or never ending obsession
Or a love of my life, or a regret of my existence

I know not, but something lacks in my resurrection
So I fall deep in the ocean of my non-existence

Is it a light wind or a gale?
Is it charity of feelings or emotions for sale?

Depth of an ocean or height of a sky
A question of who and a query of why

An open aggression, a hidden betrayal
I know not but something causes me to fail

I am lost and so is my verse
I don’t know what I wrote until you point out from the source

It seems I am ire and completely lost
That one thing now I hold, the other moment it is sold

Lost with the sight or with the rhythm of my poem
I understand not the words that I coin.

Is it by chance or an act of my conscience?
So here I stand incomplete & senseless

I am lost and so is my soul.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

The Midnight Lamp

The midnight lamp kept burning silently
its quiet fire narrated some tales

Unattended, were some of them...still
thus ignored went this burning sacrifice to them

The lamp held in it thousands of stories
and it kept talking to only a few

Then came the gush of wind from nowhere
And there it stood all burnt

The midlight lamp was no more
but the brightness was more than it ever bore

Sunday, January 17, 2010

REGRETS and REMORSE...the tale of a regretful soul!!!


...Putting aside all his regrets and remorse,
He stepped in silent pace to the city of peace,
Leaning side by side is his gone-by past,
Filled with tears is his heart.

Uncommon thoughts remind him of thee,
Some silent steps; also brought by the scene, windy!

Lying close in his arms when her eyes shone,
arms that no more hold him as mine,
is now the regret he will always own.

Lets throw away the memories in the stream;
are the words he speaks to his soul.
'These are the words you always speak',
bursts out his lonely soul.

Getting ashamed of his own cowardice,
He hides his face in a dark disguise.

Life didn't turn out, the way he expected,
Everything he did, he regretted,
Be it to him or to anyone subjected.

He had a dream,
But what did he do to get it?



Still..He must go on as he should,
The sun rose and there he stood,
Might I find peace somewhere close,
Lets ignore this present remorse.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

THE BEAUTY AND THE BEE

Beauty, was as if caged in it,
its grace and fragrance like the towered
pride of the garden.
Sick Rose,
Fell in love with the bee!
How cruel can love be lets see.

The beauty awaited long for its return,
the bee, being late as too much absorbed in its fun.

Whole night the bee would wait in the hope,
just for an instant the bee would appear to go.

That moment of oneness was enough,
as the beauty lived only for that alone.

Then one day when Eros was being kind,
the bee realized how unkind it had been;
too lost in the fake world of others,
lost completely in the charming world of hemlock drinkers...
What it had done!

Ah! The beauty that waited long for its return,
no more waited now,
not because the beauty changed its love,
but the nature had been unkind again all and above.

And this time the beauty was dead,
The bee was late and the beauty was dead.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

The Real Love ; a mother and a child

That in arms of her slumbers,
is no one but a shade of her and all that she remembers.
Pangs and pains she saw;
for this moment to be in awe.
Life has been bestowed by HIM, no wonder;
but why is that HE chose her for this can be no blunder.
Wrapping her arms around;
exhibiting the warmth that heavens bound.
The little one smiles to adore
O angel figure! who sent you to me bore?



Once again arms in arms they lie,
difference being who carries and who sighs.
You gave me life, so how is it you say byes?
Questioning his tearful eyes.
Years and years of his cuddle, now in his lap lies!

HOPE

The sunshine that does birth in the blossoms,

the light that hath ever shone in the human breast.

A reason, it has been to breathe and live,

For old years and new, it gloweth the senses.

Without, thee, has all in despair
and darkness;
Thy shall live as HOPE---- ALWAYS!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

AN OUTCAST

From tree to tree the eagle flies,
In quest of warmth, to stay by.
The fire flickers a distance away,
But it is nothing when the bird comes array.
Swooping high, it holds its breath;
Thinking twice, when it just once had to think.
Not in proximity to life;
It wonders to see a better day ahead.
The bird breaks its wings;
This was the only hope to keep it within the ring.
Sensing joys and sorrows are a part of existence,
It continues now by search through walk in the smooth ocean.

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