Whispers Of My Heart (anthology of poems)

Standing at the Window

2012-01-20T22:52:00.001+05:00

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

A Half of Me

2011-07-01T18:51:00.000+05:00

At the crackdown of dawn - crepuscule endedThe tale of a strange morning descended When to the mirror, I walked upShocked to the inner - a part of me was missingDisappeared, escaped, vanished or numbed Left half, saw I in the mirrorSave the right half that was goneBecame dust or decayed with ageWhat miracle or curse - I know not!

In a book, a rose I see

2011-05-16T14:06:00.000+05:00

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 hungerWe live vexatious But yes we are still breathing Robbed

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

2011-03-22T16:11:00.002+05:00

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

My Book :)

2010-12-03T18:01:00.000+05:00

My book is available for purchase at the following link: http://i-proclaimbookstore.com/whofmyhe.html

The Bird in My Window

2010-09-17T13:07:00.000+05:00

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

The Cruel Sun

2010-08-31T14:09:00.001+05:00

Leaves lose their crispnessBirds go homeStill walking on the forlorn track,I keep looking back and forthBirds’ song – too distantShade of the trees – away!Under my shadow, I refuge from the cruel sunTreading fast, I keep walking to run. Sun chasing meFollowing me, to look into my weak eyesEluding, I strive as it is strongTrees – not thick enough and the sun blazes with all its mightMy fault or

Happy Birthday, Pakistan

2010-08-14T16:46:00.002+05:00

Happy birthday, Pakistan - So you turned 63 todayThe sound of the roars and the happy crowd is fresh in my mind as yesterdayThey 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 diceWho came to help you rise?They want to busticate your body and gnaw at the piecesDo I call them well-wishers or vultures in

The Wailing Lover

2010-07-30T03:04:00.001+05:00

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

I still stand there

2010-05-25T00:18:00.004+05:00

I still stand there where you left me;Holding the burnt ashes, those now lie in tiny fragments in the middle of my fingersI still stand there with bare feet, under the sheet of dry autumn leaves The sound of the crunching leaves, still fresh in my earsThe 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

HEALER

2010-03-24T15:32:00.006+05:00

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.

My Burdened Existence

2010-03-21T15:16:00.003+05:00

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

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

2010-03-07T14:24:00.000+05:00

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

2010-01-30T14:16:00.000+05:00

Memory of a scattered dream, or a sad faceThat of a tear of an eye, or a tragic phaseMay be of a lost word, or never ending obsessionOr a love of my life, or a regret of my existenceI know not, but something lacks in my resurrectionSo I fall deep in the ocean of my non-existenceIs it a light wind or a gale?Is it charity of feelings or emotions for sale?Depth of an ocean or height of a skyA

The Midnight Lamp

2010-01-24T15:53:00.001+05:00

The midnight lamp kept burning silentlyits quiet fire narrated some talesUnattended, were some of them...stillthus ignored went this burning sacrifice to themThe lamp held in it thousands of storiesand it kept talking to only a fewThen came the gush of wind from nowhereAnd there it stood all burntThe midlight lamp was no morebut the brightness was more than it ever bore

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

2010-01-17T15:35:00.000+05:00

...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

THE BEAUTY AND THE BEE

2010-01-09T19:40:00.000+05:00

Beauty, was as if caged in it,its grace and fragrance like the toweredpride 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

The Real Love ; a mother and a child

2009-12-30T17:25:00.001+05:00

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 adoreO angel figure! who sent you to me bore?Once again arms in arms they

HOPE

2009-12-30T17:08:00.001+05:00

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 despairand darkness;Thy shall live as HOPE---- ALWAYS!

AN OUTCAST

2009-12-23T20:34:00.001+05:00

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