Category: For the Love of Poetry…

Writers and Writings..

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For the writer of today,

Scribbling in dismay

Happy or blue thoughts

Finding whereabouts

An imaginarium created,

Some lively bubbles

Perfections and troubles

That thyself created-

Erased, written, deleted.

The nights turned into days

Such years swept away

For the euphoria; and fears

Rejections and tears,

Celebrations and contentment,

A passionate commitment,

To keep writing, all ideas hanging

Heart poured upon, feelings clinging

How hard would it be?

To just closely see,

Wandering and becoming lost

In weathers of Autumn and Frost

Promises to keep, desires to calm

The fire in the writer’s palm

On the paper as the ink end,

Never leave this beautiful trend.

🙂

Dust.

Know your priorities… know your worth.. know where you must focus and how shall you balance the life ahead.. know when and how to ignore.. know that tables always turn.. know that life cycle moves quickly ..  know the value of your life, for its all dust that will settle upon you in the end anyway.

Little Inspirations.

To the wonderful world of Poetry,
To the gleaming waves of thoughts…
To that innocence of wise eyes,
That lost its whereabouts…
Some dreams, some hopes, some rewards,
To that contentment the heart brought
Here’s a drop from this ocean,
To the mind, years in drought…. 🙂

 

The very first poem i’d like to share is an excerpt from the book, “Heartbeats in the wind-Reflection of an Arab Woman” by Randa Hamwi Duwaji. An amazing poem that takes away literally every stress of the day..

THINK OF HEAVEN

When you’re wrapped in sorrow, yet cannot cry
When you wish you could, but dare not try
When you feel you would rather die…
Think of Heaven.

When you have no strength to push along
When all around you has gone wrong
When there’s nothing to pin your hopes on
Think of Heaven.
Think of that Eternal Peace
Contentment… past all degrees
Labors rewarded.. a Lord who is pleased
such is Heaven.
Where journeys end,
where friend meets friend,
where there’s more bliss
beyond each bend.
where faces shine, as smiles entwine.
That is Heaven!

 

A short poem, inspired by the poet, Milan Kundera.

It is true
that some speak
lightly and loosely
of insanity
as in itself attractive.
But
a moment’s thought
will show
that if disease is beautiful,
it is generally 
someone else’s disease.

The following poem is written incredibly by a 14 year old Cancer patient.. the poem is  very touchy yet inspiring!

Realising what I had
Made me feel sad,
First I cried of more fear, 
but then, why should I cry,
when Allah is so very near?

I could see the children 
of my age and smaller
each and every child had the same as me.
I felt as if I was bound to be grounded,
from the things I used to eat.
By my own will and power, 
I fought my disease with this satisfaction
That I will be back 
with the same old smile and face of glory.

As I passed my days in hospital, 
I became braver.
I was getting used to the daily pricks
The gadgets and machines
made my nights more restless.
All of my relatives
had this broad smiles on their faces,
so as not to leave back any sad or crying traces

The thought of having Cancer is not frightening anymore,
when you know those memorable days 
when you were among relatives and friends
will be back in no matter of time…
and these miserable days in hospital 
will soon be tired of teasing you.

I thank each and every person,
who helped me…
who smiled with me…
who played with me…
and ofcourse, they all will be with me,
in every step of my life.
but all the thanks and praise is to Allah
The Most Merciful!
who gave me another life,
to enjoy it to the full…
And so, Here I am! 

And then the favorite Rumi, ofcourse, how may I forget…

I said what about my eyes
God said Keep them on the road.
I said what about my passion
God said Keep it burning.
I said what about my heart
God said Tell me what you hold inside it
I said pain and sorrow
He said… stay with it.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

Eric Hansen – someone with amazing sense of motivation…

You were born to be a rainstorm,
to send your voice throughout the night,
to sing your song with falling raindrops,
to break the darkness with your light.

You were born to show raw beauty,
To wash the dirt out from their eyes, 
but the whole world ran for cover, 
when you opened up your skies.

So, you made your thunder silent,
and learnt to bite your rainy tongue,
you gave them what they wanted,
you gave them life with an endless sun.

You were born to be a rainstorm, 
To be chaotic and be bold,
to show their is beauty in the knowledge, 
that you cannot be controlled.

Because you might think you are not needed,
life without you is the same,
but nothing beautiful would ever grow,
if it wasn’t washed with rain.

Cheers, till I share the next set of poems in my collection ! 🙂