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.

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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.

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