Mixed feelings of old

Enshroud me by the lake

Of anticipation and bleakness

Of brightness and gloom
I fail to understand myself many a times

This carcass, this soul, this heart!

Intricately woven into as one

Yet exhibits myraid hues of the season

Light and dark yet again light and dark

Like a jigsaw puzzle puzzling my nerves

I’m wondering on myself as if an another being

What is this called?

Is it normal or only happening with me

Do others also get into this?

I’m restless!

It was difficult for a moment

For a day as long as it can stretch

But I passed this skirmish

I know the dejected will rest not

And come again hovering near me

With some new tricks and pranks

But I’m now stronger and firmer

With rocks that abide by the foot

The bedrocks that firms my steps

With the Almighty’s help!

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From pillar to post

And back again

Leaning on the old queen of mine

In her 60s sluthering fine

Together we Snowball along

New elements within,

Beneficial? Those rolled? I wonder!

Trolling in search of a dear thing

Which I thought easy to prey on

Flutters here and there swiftly

Rendering me tired to chase once more

My spirit of might, melting!

Sighs and fear mixer inside

Ah! Was I in fancy all this time?

Smooth, it slides off my hand!

Sinking inside the sands of self

I’m bemused by the thought

In the mirror I find a being

A look alike but fragments of it look unknown

These plains appear similar yet strange

Casting shadows of hopelessness

But twirling vines of hope!

Twine the walls of darkness

Ah! Glows my spirit again

To march once again

Amidst this hustle I live

A life of a warrior

No feats to boast of

But little victories to carry on

My ship of life


ع ميرة

Bismillah

Visit to the Botanical garden

A garden full of flowers

Are soothing to a burdened mind

Congested with smoke and wine

Of worries tangled up and down

The neural networks of deep

Dark mesh finely knit 

Red, yellow, orange, violet and green

All colours studded on the garden green

As jewellery embellished on a bride

The surrounding hillocks 

And the pond perfecting the scene

One but utters praise for the Creator

This worldly garden when leaves me agape

I wonder that celestial garden of bliss

Where imagination stops and simulation unfathomable

When the gates open up

How lucky that homo would be

To tread on it’s blessed turf

And in milk river be swim

Then a wish once more ushers

In white hearts to meet his Maker!

 ع ميرة