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Murderous Shadows

Posted on 05 February 2012 by Tea Server

I drift into the sunlit memories Where the shadows of our hands Are there intertwined, And our figures in touch. And the sight kills me from inside. And still I never want to wake up, Because I’m with you Filed under: Whatever Little Poet Inside Me Tagged: dreams, life, love, poems, poetry

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I feel you through me

Posted on 04 February 2012 by Tea Server

In trying to get rid of that phase when you are without any feeling, I discovered something that was obvious but just so. Places, people and situations change, but some people are there. Constant. You need to thank them, throughout. For even if they lose their significance and forget their duties, and hurt you, you should know, they just do not mean it. It’s given, they do not.

-I should be more grateful.

-I need to act fast.
-I can do this, and I shall.
-In my own way, yes. No one is going to change that. I may be forgiving and diplomatic, but my dreams govern me. I will not let other things waylay me. No.

I feel you through me

Sitting on the edge of time
Thinking of symphonies played and loved
Beloved memories, and scented hair
Flowing through a waft of a windy sentence

Of lovers and their promises of eternity
Of fathers and their daughters
And their vow of a life untouched
From sorrow and pain, shame and defeat

Living in this conundrum of nascent thoughts
Nothing gives, nothing bends
Evil eyes, and their hungry desire
Pieces of you and me.

Voices of all sorts
Powerful, and seductive
From dark to dawn, from light to that black shadow
Of contempt and hate, constrained apprehensions

I feel you

In beautiful castles, waiting to be rescued.

I feel you

In dinghy prisons, with consumed body and soul.

I feel you

In clouds above the atmosphere, in dreams of the Divine.

I feel you

In belief of the One above, in resilience and strong will

I feel you

For each moment of inspiration, for each word
That you said, that you meant
A ghastly reminder of who you are
In all those places that you mattered

I felt you

Today, when I look ahead
Looking on stairs leading up to Destiny
With love garnered in little bubbly hearts
And flowers picked from fresh orchards of the young mind

I still feel you.

(4th February, 2012)
Syndicated from: Amna’s Blog

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Frozen Wishes—-!

Posted on 21 January 2012 by Tea Server

Dreams of your fondness

How to explain, dispersing around

Of roses’ fragrance; how to veil of;

 

Dreaming eyes

 Looking for you eyes

Akin in fragrance of you

 An insomniac heavy-eyed

Frozen wishes

When as reflection play on water

Make calm whirls on heart n soul

Frozen wishes befall glum rhythm

How harassed are

In wintry season

Dreaming eyes

Looking for you eyes

Composed by Shaista Mufti

Translated by Tanveer Rauf


Syndicated from: Just Bliss

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Sleep and Hope

Posted on 20 January 2012 by Tea Server

Sometimes even our darkest emotions and our deepest fears have to come to the surface. They haunt us, they scare us. I just hope it goes away soon.
Sleep and Hope
Fallen angels, withered wings
Her lonely grace, her paper dreams
Her husky voice, and subtle screams
In each second she breathed, she let herself flow to death
Little lights hanging upon her destiny’s way
Blinding flashes of gore and gray
Blood-thirsty monsters play
Head-strong vigilance, a prayer, lost in the fray
Barging through ice-cold water and metal shards of burnt emotions
Heading straight into a valley of seed-less growth
Like a flower, plucked for the thorns it has
Like a river, drained for the toxicity it has
Like her blood, taken for all the hope it had
And crushed into numbing pain, crashing dreams
Bellowing mumbles of resistance, but it means nothing
Her gardens of roses and marigold beds
Her wishes woven with love and little bubbles of hope and freedom
She would dance around a little, hold tiny pockets of Spring
Hold them close to her heart, close to her soul, for the time being
And then her ecstasied frolicking is depreciated
People, calling from their haunting throats
Singing deadly lullabies, putting her to Sleep
The Sleep she does not want
The Sleep that would crucify her emotions and dreams
A lip that whispers ‘Carry me away’
A tone that makes a grain of sense
A voice that drains drops of hope into suspense
A lock of hair, flying in the wind – carrying her message to the world
Muted peace
Bated breath
Closed eyes
And your loneliness strides on a piece of your flesh
Her numb senses, right down to the core
Her broken trust, right down to the last word
Her mistaken dream, right down to every detail
And her splintered fingers, right down to each muscle that aches
Make it happen, she wants to say
Make it true, she longs to believe
How?
Hope, is just the last leaf hanging down from the bare tree.
Hold on to it.
(19th January, 2012)
Syndicated from: Amna’s Blog

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Roses in my hand———!

Posted on 16 January 2012 by Tea Server

Roses in my hand——!

 

Some roses I have in my hands

  Having those unrealized dreams  

 

Colors dappled all around me

Oasis is in the barren regions

 

May not be there in your fondness

At least there under your chastise

 

Words transforming into meaning

 Accomplished responses from life

 

Radiance remains on the trees

Jungles boomed full blossoms

 

In night’s peaceful scenario

Attuned is musical melody

 

What’s significance of this era?

Bubbles are on the brink of era

 

 

Composed by Shaista Mufti

Translated by Tanveer Rauf  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Syndicated from: Just Bliss

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This Spring——-!

Posted on 15 January 2012 by Tea Server


 

This spring is lost in some gloom

The colors, foliage and flowers  

What are these pinpointing to?

Singing glum on air’s rhythm 

The dreamy moments that lost

Drained; slept inside the eyes 

 Fragrance of those dreamy moments

 I’ve seen their dew on every flower 

Few moments of spirit’s harmony

Incredible few cherished moments 

Smiling joyfully in my imagination

I am sure the season of Spring

Was never so beautiful ever

 

Composed by Shaista Mufti

Translated by Tanveer Rauf

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Syndicated from: Just Bliss

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Difficult are——!

Posted on 12 January 2012 by Tea Server

Difficult are the——-

Difficult are the values of time

Fire fetched to extinguish fire

All yearn for, to talk wisdom,

No one ready to be attentive

I can die with a word of love

Why unearth arrow to shoot

My eyes keep on inquiring this era

How much more blood to shed tears?

Time was there, gone, gone, by gone

What we lost to get hold of one person

Man is not to be trustworthy now

Snakes deputed to guard assets now

                                           Of them only every fête is lively today,

    Tales, the city has to narrate them today

Day’s spent in long to realize dreams,

But, night falls to reveal new dreams

Way friends turn into strangers Sahar,

Resilience is required turning away so

Composed by Sahar Ansari

Translated by Tanveer Rauf

Syndicated from: Just Bliss

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A New Year’s Poem

Posted on 08 January 2012 by Tea Server

Another year has passed,

And a new year is about to begin,
Everything you put your mind to,
Will be accomplished and you will win.

Just look forward in your life,
And set your goals for the year,
Then have a glass of champagne,
And bring in alot of cheer.

So don’t look back at the past,
Believe this year will be the best,
All of your dreams are there for you,
Because you are so very blessed.

Happy New Year!

Syndicated from: Uzair Ahmad

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THERE IS ME

Posted on 03 January 2012 by Tea Server

On shores of longing strikes a lonesome tide

Proud in its forgetfulness

And nothingness finds a destiny there

To help a wayfarer’s dream

And journeys seek a destination in the palms of homesickness

Clad in the silver robe of tears

Hidden in soreness of jaded soul

Amidst the shadows of callous times

caged in a rotten clock

Dancing in never ending whirlpool of eternity

Hovered upon by the dust of failures

 clinched in sighs of regrets

In the nimbus of smiles of angels

In the halo of passions of men

A macrocosm disintegrates..

And then there is me…

Syndicated from: mindandbeyond

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A tale that you hear

Posted on 03 January 2012 by Tea Server

Aaj koi chala hai saj ke piya nagarya re…
This, and so much more. In this land of clandestine emotions and traditions, we hold ourselves as guards to a secret, a tale – that only we want to hear, that only we want to be a part of. And I…I like that.
A tale that you hear
And the faces, a million faces
With the eagerness, and the hope
The sadness in their eyes
A million little jewels, each
A longing to make a pledge
A wish to blink and set it all right
A sand-castle, that was washed away
Like brides, dressed up, but in their eyes:
A momentary sliver of horrendous waiting
When they know, there will be an end
When they know, there will be water to wash it all away
But they still dance
They still frolic
Because in this peace, in this dance of ours
We see colours of red and yellow
Our clothes fly to cover our sorrows
We forget our worries, our little, nimble fingers
Move and erase
The scars in our hearts
The wounds in our minds
The soulful alaaps, they tend to vaporize
And bring out a being
Pure and brimming with nascent emotions
Emotions, like white birds, in the young Night
Ready to fly away and sleep when the Sun comes back
In this little conundrum or red, white and the blue skies
A little voice permeates the best of us
A sober, free call back to their senses
To hold onto dear life
To hold onto our human ties
Our spirits, awakened, set free
So long…
(3rd January, 2012)
Syndicated from: Amna’s Blog

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Lapse in Time

Posted on 01 January 2012 by Tea Server

On the eve of January the 31st, 2011, we took time lapse photos of the stars – finding their trails, looking up in the sky, wondering how much time would be ideal for a perfect shot. Time goes on, translating into a new year, a new way, a new curve in the cosmic reality that we behold in ourselves, hiding secrets, thinking about our ideals – really, time just goes on and on.

Do hazaar gyara. What a year.

Family, friends, things, obsessions, objectives, achievements, dejections, rejections, arrivals, moments, midnights, poetic ecstasy and so much more.

Just like the end of 2010 was a hallmark ending with my life taking a U-turn, turning me into something I had not known before, 2011 began with the same glory, the same me. It was the process of self-discovery, which I believe, reached its full high in 2011.

I lost some people, I gained some. I gained some very precious ones. I came unarmed into the arena for what was to come, unready, unassuming, unprepared. And it hit me, with forces that elevated me. They took me above, and high. At that point, that glory seemed like the only thing that mattered. The only thing that made me feel worthy of anything. I still take pride in those little moments lived in a day or two, because that was surreal. But I could not hold onto those ropes of assured success, simply because it was not in my hands. And my hands could not reach them; I just had to let them go. You get a taste of comforted vastness, and then it’s snatched away from you. Not because you were incompetent on anything, time and circumstances did not allow you to excel. And you look at your sorry state of affairs and wonder whether all of it was in vain. I look back and constantly remind myself: NO.

-those little moments of glory, I would forever cherish them
-I lost you, I think
-I gained a friend, and enemy, an enigma
-I bonded with previous ones
-a new life began
-the new life had its apprehensions and stories of success and denial, but its all good
-I realized what I truly was
-I gave way to more intellectual learning
-I tried to remain who I was
-I gave up on dejection, hope became central
-poetry defined me better than ever before
-this blog found its real home, my mind
-so much pain, and so much laughter
-Sparks
-this blog
-ourselves
-our egos
-our relationships

Ah, there is so much more to say.

Syndicated from: Amna’s Blog

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THE MORN..

Posted on 27 December 2011 by Tea Server

on the spiky bed of dreams i slept

and woke up with a bleeding heart

the sheet was drenched in colors of whims

so was pillow jaded of burdens

of many a sleepless nights…

the bird when tweeted outside my window

i drew the curtain back

in the iris of its eyes was dancing a rainbow wild

it had plucked an iris flower and gave  the brightest smile

the morn had stretched its gold and the sun was frowning pale

the roads had laid their arms open and trees with lazy shades

stood tall and sloppy and blase’

day upon day and night upon night is a moment and no more

which stands stagnant  in eternal awe which rest in eternal pain

i closed the window pane and moved away from idol moment

my slippers torn and wings crumbled and my crazy ventures

all smiled at me with disdain

all smiled to my oblivion..

and wrecked my composure vain


Syndicated from: mindandbeyond

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Water to the slaves

Posted on 27 December 2011 by Tea Server

An idea stolen from a little spark I composed: a little thought, a little flash of inspiration and some good music to go with it. Like soldiers who come only to conquer, like the wind that comes only once and uproots everything, changing lives forever. Like love that happens only once in a lifetime, and never resurfaces again. That feeling, that push from the past, into the future. With no turning back, nothing from the past ensues, it is erased; gone. For places visited just for remembrance, but nothing to be gained out of it, nothing to be erased and nothing to be added. Those harsh survivals, those chords played in retrospect and then forgotten, let’s remember those once in a while.
Water to the slaves
With the thought that came
Came as an un-assuming sound
Like a mark-less hinge of thought
Took control, held drive of the voices we uttered.
Like swarms of flies that came once in a year
Like the Mexico in bloom from the Monarch butterflies
I breed this place like once in a year
Because often it hurts, stings to be here
So I come once in a while, and bring up a storm
To calm the rage
Within and without.
Hypnotized by the hazy dreams
The red-wine spills
And the turquoise coloured cloth hanging from the scratched walls
Those crumbling love-sounds
Dissolved in the acoustics of he world
Unsteady and stumbling.
Do I need to be here?
The memories are sweet,
The present, where is my sympathy?
Have I come here to be forgiven?
No, not now, not me.
Parched lips, looking for water
Blessings awaited, eyes look up
For when I came once, I pledged I would not be back again
Yet, we are here for more
Let’s light up this world,
Let’s colour it red, blue, orange and those colours you talked about
Let’s bring in the life, you talked about
Let’s shut the world outside, and build our own inside
This, this is not you
This, this is not us
This, this is not me.
And so we turn back
Our sympathies, gazing into the wine-spills
The cloth and its dismal fall accusing me of guilt, regrets
But I won’t go back on that road again
I won’t.
It ends; we have the world inside us
It lights up, it is enough to last me a lifetime.
It ends.
(27th December, 2011)
Syndicated from: Amna’s Blog

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Dreams

Posted on 22 December 2011 by Tea Server

Those were the days when we realized our dreams

Floated boats on waves and geared up whirl pool 

Heart beats in a particle when came to know

Formed hundred moons with a whirling star 

Seen many skilled craftsmen in every phase

Having no dreams, fabricating silk 

The entire temple, church, masjid, chapel probing

When did divine preachers dole out contaminant? 

Due to glass n liquor, odor n music, Sahar

Few friends fashioned festive environment

  

 Composed by Sahar Ansari

Translated by Tanveer Rauf

Syndicated from: Just Bliss

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