Disclaimer: These beautiful verses have not been written by me. This picture is of the Night sky at a lake in West Virginia and again has not been taken by me. :)
On a sad, sad day
there were happy clouds
and thunder made a special appearance
On a sad, sad day
there was noise
puddles and literature
But on a sad, sad day
there was no happy you
or confessions and laughter
therefore on a sad, sad day
the rain is a welcome respite
and yet sadder
the evening that is to unfurl.
15 February 2013
She stretches and stretches
To accommodate your expectations
She fails, she fails
Because expectations can never be met
But her expectations
She threw in a trash can centuries before
Forgiving you everyday
For every heart string plucked
It’s sad, so sad
That she will always be the one so bad
And you, you
Will always believe that you gave it all
You did give her all
Traits you call hers..
although never implemented as such..
See yourself in the mirror.
To the one who led her on
Not once, but strangely twice
Why did he incessantly haggle
When he couldn’t pay the price?
Oh that shallow, tragic, seeker
Of a perfection that does not exist
Did he forget to gaze at his faults?
Is it just his grandeur, he can subsist?
Maybe he should have pondered
Before jumping in like a fool
Think and think hard, before you act
Was this not taught in school?
If the self was a fish
It would swim in its own sea
It would be the only king
And be all that it can be.
But the world isn’t his sole realm
And let us thank God for that
It doesn’t end where his footsteps stop
And she is not at the mercy of his jest’ at
He of course would disagree
His intentions were never wrong
Maybe he could have checked himself then
Before coming on too stupidly strong.
Anyway, it was all for the very better
To think what a horrible mistake she could have made
So relieved to see the not so bad reality for once
Why compromise for jam, when you want marmalade? ;)
21 October 2010
Someone should tell the heart to give up
The battle ended before it even begun
Lines have already been drawn
White flags hung out to dry
Someone should tell the heart
Destiny cannot be averted
You tried switching the scroll
Piercing the lines of your hands
But here you are
standing in the same place
saying the same words
feeling the same pain
Smiling the same smile
wiping the same bitter sweet tears
dreaming the same elusive dreams
You will walk on the same path
jump over the same old fence
Breathe in the familiar
scent of grass wet with dew
smile wistfully at the orange glow
crunch the same autumn under your shoes
wrap the same scarf
entwine the same gloved fists
Dream the same elusive dream
being left alone..
catch the breath in your dry throat
hear the heart gallop miles per second
Someone should tell the heart
to not make itself bleed
to not try to
foolishly avoid the inevitable
to not run away
you will look back..
Someone should tell the heart
where the souls are connected
would render you incomplete
living alone is not an option
and if it is made a choice
you will be one of those ghosts
who did not listen to their
16 October 2010
|~ Whirlpool ~ |
The henna washed away
into the calm lake
The index finger drew tiny whirlpools
On the blue, opaque surface
Depriving the water of the flesh
Teasing it with the nails
Round and round
The whirlpool forms…
She defied gravity in her mind
And placed her tiny feet over the waters
Closed her eyes
And swayed to the rhythm of the breeze
Sang a swan song
And danced to an ethereal tone
heels ignoring the salacious tiny waves
embracing the impossible
Round and round
She glided over water
Forming circles with her toes
Wider and smaller
she created a whirlpool around her existence
a whirlpool which arose in a mist
and surrounded her soul
and in a second
she gave in to reality
in the whirlpool
15 September 2010
( post Eid and present birthday inspiration)
Given a choice
Would you hold my hand
and tell me i am wrong
when i think i am right ?
and admit that i am right
when you are wrong ?
Would you tell me to stop
rather than let me go ?
and let me go
when i don’t want to stop ?
Would you ground me when i am lofty
and humble me when i’m not ?
and treat me like a queen
when i am at my worst?
Would you always tell me to improve
and relaunch my life?
and would you accept me for who i am
and accept my predictability?
Would you tell me to get over it already,
wake up and smell the coffee?
and would you let me whine
and throw a tantrum when i need it?
And when i am shy
would you push me just a little.. ?
and when i am not,
would you play too?
Would you be
you are not?
and not who
If Given a Choice…
Something very silly, but something which made me imagine each and every bit of the experience, as if i felt it.
A sea shell pressed to her ear
She listens to the music of the sea
Swish, swoosh , sway
A mermaid’s lullaby
She feels the warmth of the setting sun
That drowned minutes ago…
We had a conversation
The sun and me.
Giggles of the clown fish
Ghetto of the sharks
Tentacles of the octopus
And moans of a whale.
He showed me all
We travelled awhile
The seahorse and me.
She swims in her mind
Lap after lap
Somersaulting through blue waves
Feeling her lungs stretched..
She found a goldfish
Oblivious to her quest
Victim to short term memory
She closed her eyes
Pretended she was shimmer gold too
Bronze glitter dotting her cheekbones
Fins at her slender back
She was beautiful
As beautiful as the sea
She was there
With the goldfish and me.
As I lost myself
Into the hallucinating glow
Time stood still
The movements slow
Tentacles wrapped themselves
Around my floating body
And the little life line
Was ebbing away..
The whistle of the Delphinus
And the grip over me released
Slate grey happiness
Lifted me away
Carrying me to a joyride
We laughed and cried
The dolphin and me.
I looked up
To the roof of the sea
The glistening surface
The blanket of twilight
The intoxicating atmosphere
I swam to the surface
The Dolphin and me.
I tore the seams of the surface
And bathed in silver rain
Bid adieu to underwater life
I floated in peace
Silent and still
We floated into eternity,
We let go of ourselves
And our misery..
We washed our souls
We breathed the night air
We felt the earth move
We were one,
Myself and Me.
18 January 2010
She can write jumbled yet sorted words
When there is absolutely nothing on her mind
why not, she asks quite cheekily in her way,
in empty corners, precious treasures, she finds.
You see, she does not have words
which compete in grandeur and eloquence
She simply tries to very simply state
Jumbled dreams and incoherent nonsense.
She is not scared of showing her bruised knees
or the scabs which dot her rather lovely heart
Her sad eyes, are infact full of mirth and joy
Her thoughts are whole, despite the assorted parts.
She is wary of drama, and the fashionable depression
Why not glorify laughter for the sake of yourself?
She likes trouble, dead ends, obstacles and turns
Jump, dodge and fight, keep boredom on a shelf.
She believes in goodness, naivety she celebrates
Been stabbed and played, but she still smiles
You cannot tear her optimism or break her dreams
You will still find her humming all the while.
She knows she is helpless, and knows HE pulls the strings
She knows her will maybe can change the scroll
Yet she gets stuck because she does not know to end
The journey on which she has absolutely no control.
So let her touch the imaginary sparkly stars
that twinkle with abandon in her solemn eyes
Let her spirit fly free, embrace candyfloss clouds
Let her take a big bite out of the vanilla sky.
24 December 2009 / Thursday
Stronger than bitter truth
Worse than a mere heartache
Insensitivity to emotions and plight,
understanding, belonging, life itself a fake.
Diminished importance, an atom’s existence,
Spoken, unspoken, it matters not,
There will no acknowledgment, no resistance
Realisation, from Lord, help should have been sought.
Despite such a cold demeanor, there are no complains,
Gladly relinquish her defense in this one sided trial,
Who would believe her anyways? Wasn’t there always laughter?
Who would remember the grin when even she forgot how to smile?
Life is perfect, life is the way it is supposed to be,
Spoons of choking sweet syrup, cut throat, heart slicing, sharp,knives
She is doing fine, they all say and I agree, she certainly is,
No breaking news here, she is just disconnected from life even though alive.
12 October 09
Swimming in the expanse of the blue surreal body,
I was the one, i was the grand ocean,
I rose and fell with the swirling waves,
Passing through currents, going through the motions.
My thoughts were large and i was unique,
I carried the life, my actions fashionably risque,
I did not realise that i was small,
Until the fateful day, when i took the fall.
The blueness gurgled me from its belly,
And i surged towards the silver surface,
Attracted by warmth and silver light,
My soul began burning as if in a furnace.
Such pain and ecstasy, as i split like star dust,
Such fear and intimacy, yet embrace i must,
I floated as unseen steam, i scattered away,
My loftiness shattered, for redemption i prayed.
I floated away towards the magnetic pull of the cloud
Was this my end? Was this my shroud?
My self esteem dissipated, no longer i was proud,
I was left with my silence within the growing crowd.
Pushed down by new visitors, within my identity i drowned,
I contemplated my naivity, the thought of smallness did hound,
But i learnt to adjust, and i explored the new abode,
I suffocated, and worse, i knew i was the load.
I was constrained, i could not breathe,
I wanted closure, the end i needed to meet,
I sensed the cloud’s mood change to the dark,
There was anxiety within, was this the last mark?
And then the blanket tore, and i was shoved outside,
powerless in the atmosphere, nature’s will i had to abide,
But something was different, my spirit was not enchained,
I was dancing deleriously, i was the rain.
I fell on the parched earth,
With passion i was embraced,
There was sweet perfume emenating from us,
And the secret of life in our existence laced..
And as i dissipated, i realised with certainty this sweet tasting pain,
From raindance, to rain tears, i will awaken to raindance again.
© S. Mirza
6 September 09
21:23 pm. Sunday.
Like fists pounding my temple
Urging me to wake up
Fight, breathe, rebel
And claim what is mine.
Swimming in the abyss
of unanswered questions
I do not want happiness
Broken by intermittent laughter
As a confirmation of living
My verses do not rhyme
My footsteps, unbalanced
My thoughts, galloping
My words not catching up…
And a sea of sadness
Mixed in my existence
Like sugar being mixed in coffee
By a perfectly manicured hand
And I think
I shall remain
In the realm of Nothingness.
10 August 09
She made flesh, blood and skin an idol,
A demigod to which she sacrificed her soul,
Big mistake-a sin and a crime,
She wasn’t the destination,but a mere role,
Her value diminished like dust on the floor,
She does not even like herself any more.
His answers to her questions- attack and defence,
Manipulate emotions, her plight she does sense,
Her tormented heart not worth a pence,
Her eternity now seems to be a pittance
Its all shallow, hollow is the existance’s core
Love has made her hate herself some more…
Crushed like eggshells, parched as dry leaves,
Self delusion doesn’t even let her fully grieve,
When did she become a begger and not a chooser?
Why did she wear the blindfold,acquiesced to be a loser?
Why always ajar? Why didn’t she shut the door?
She has started to hate herself some more.
The breathing turned scant,even before the angel arrives,
For nothingness, did she afterall strive?
What made her always want to understand?
What made her step into the sinking sand?
Her own heart like discarded paper, she casually tore,
She will die and make him never love her anymore.
23rd May 09
Pacts of a lifetime and covenants of fidelity,
The tongue is teased by words which taunt
And yet indulging in idle, unneeded frivolity
The ghost of an annihilated memory rises to haunt.
The myriad lies as always get dissolved fast
And she wonders, “Can me and you last?”
Sifting the grainy truth,
Interpreting the double meanings
Hindered by conjectures
Tired by nature’s screenings.
Will destiny please reveal itself, at last?
She still wonders, “Can me and you last?”
Embracing promises and new horizons,
Yet meeting the same dusty roads,
Casting off worries and emotional baggage,
And yet taking on heavier loads.
How can the future mutate into a remnant of the past?
Why does she still question, “Can you and me Last?”
Sheltering your shortcomings,
defending your mistakes,
But never ever, take it for granted
Do not forget what is at stake..
My heart is not enclosed and protected within an iron cast
If it breaks, she will know- me and you, we were never meant to Last.
14 March 2009- Saturday
And they ask you questions
The answers to which they do not understand
And they talk of what ifs
Without realizing the power of Allah’s hands…
And they talk of personal wants
And the issues facing their lives
And the greed and wants they have
Conveniently forgetting the word realize
They draw an exclusion, tell you to sidestep the issue
And tell you that the same should not be considered
And then they give you a blow from another side
For them you look alright, when you feel disfigured…
For things need not be related to each other,
Or hold a pattern or a relation to you,
Some things should be taken in isolation,
And we should not wonder whether it’s false or true…
But how I ask, when you stab someone deep
Or involuntarily, push you down the steep,
And how when their words have an impact on you,
And about a breaking heart, they don’t have a clue?
Oh, but your ignorance is bliss, I must admit,
And since I am me after all, I shall submit,
For all the insensitivities, I shall always forgive,
My wants I shall diminish, and yours- I will give.
And when I stand head bowed on the judgment day,
The blame will be on me, no excuses I can say,
I chose to be the victim, I chose to not fight back,
Even when I knew the end- an abyss – eternally black.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009 at 8:29pm
Stilletoes on Fire
To an intense, native rythem
Heart beat gallops
to reach the elusive
as fierce eyes
awake a long slumber
The shackled heart
is finally free
Goosebumps breathe in
Sour lemon and cinnamon fumes
the Icecube swirls
to melt in a whirlpool embrace.
and the candle dances
to the beat of the storm
Layers of Rouge
Kohl lined to perfection
fish net skin
and the never ending show
which must go on.
28th December 2008- 2:34 p.m
Dark, Darkness, Darkening the Dark,
Soul succumbs to whispering demons
Inside, Outside, Inside- the cycle continues,
The hope for hope slowly diminishes
Sapphire eyes are afterall only stones
And tears a marvel, a miracle
for the Saddening Sadness, saddens the world
and Worried worries lose their charm.
Sarcastic Sarcasm smiles Sarcastically,
Cutting edge quips are knifing away.
When nothing could humanise the soul
Nothing could fill in the void, the hole,
Someone sees the unseen,
Despite the mouth, unbearingly mean.
Real Reality puts up a fight,
To pull down again into melancholia,
Appears a Ray of Light.
11 December 2008-Tuesday- 22:04 p.m.
slowly but surely
The destination never reached.
I am a vagabond in search
of an oasis
I keep stumbling upon
tears had dried
and eyes had
turned to stone
the quest for an abode
comes to haunt me again
so close and yet so far
the pain drips from the eyes
and reaffirms the lack of choice..
I cannot stop
I have to walk on
and now it suddenly dawns on me
like a forgotten memory-
It is infact
The destination itself
which is in search of me.
14 October 2008 -12:00 p.m.
Conversation in abundance
Eluding the shadow attached
Concentration on a reflection
Duality and a facade readily matched
13 June 2008