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.
© S.Mirza
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
Betrayal
Deceit
Hypocrisy
Traits you call hers..
although never implemented as such..
Perhaps
You only
See yourself in the mirror.
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
Over water
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
and drowned
in the whirlpool
she created.
© S.Mirza
15 September 2010
Wednesday
4:52 pm.
( 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
and not
who
you are not?and
would you
let me
be
me
and not who
you want
me
to
be?If Given a Choice…
© S.Mirza
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
Beckoned me
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
We raced
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.
© S.Mirza
2:02 p.m
18 January 2010
Monday
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.
© S.Mirza
24 December 2009 / Thursday
11:40 p.m
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.
© S.Mirza
16:40 p.m.
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.
© S.Mirza
Tuesday, February 24, 2009 at 8:29pm
Red Flamenco
Stilletoes on Fire
Passion Dances
To an intense, native rythem
Heart beat gallops
Miles afar
to reach the elusive
Mystic landscapes
Sensual souvenirs
hourglass grace
intimacy teases
attention
as fierce eyes
awake a long slumber
Strappy laughter
Coquettish strutting
The shackled heart
is finally free
Goosebumps breathe in
Exotic Perfume
Sour lemon and cinnamon fumes
the Icecube swirls
to melt in a whirlpool embrace.
and the candle dances
to the beat of the storm
Red Flamenco
Layers of Rouge
Kohl lined to perfection
crimson lips
fish net skin
and the never ending show
which must go on.
© S.Mirza
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.
© S.Mirza
11 December 2008-Tuesday- 22:04 p.m.
Safire Dreams 