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!


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


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 

Like a bird

Perching on her bed

In the corner of a closet

She is ready to fly

On the angel’s call high

Her face not grim, not drooping

No! nothing of eery looking

Of death and departure

But calm and still

Like a sea, silent

And alluringly loud

Desperate to dissolve

In the glowing Cosmos

Dark and yet bright!

Studded with giant lamps

The scintillating after life

The ever unseen dimension!

She is another kind of a person

Contempt and happy with little

Mundane things tickle

Not her heart

Sprouting ephemeral wishes

For, she beholds the world

In her own garden, her self

The grooves on her forehead

Narrate stories of old

Jagged and even

Gossips, finds she

An act, most distasteful

For she is in reality immersed

Far more engaging she appears in

In her autumn

She yearns for winter

Her grey tresses waiting to be snowed

She is waiting for her Death, calmly

She is a mother

Who lost her tiny tot

When that ill finger

Clicked the trigger

And boom! It pierced the soft little heart!

Hauling life out of her

A lifeless carapace she turned

Executed by a nation’s saviour

For saving the nation!

This tyranny she accepted too

With patient eyes brimming

With gateways, flooding

She is the bird trampled

Many a times

Under the feet of not

Many strangers but her mates

Relishing on her pain.

Throttled, she endures all

Hiding pain with a smile all

Vibrant on ruddy countenances.

But abaft her sweet mask

She dugs untold tales

Of patience and perseverance

She is no other

But my grandaunt

Peace be on her!

Remitted be her sufferings nicely

Long live you!

Long live your patience!

Long live your endurance!



Each fine day I wake up

In the dark silver horizon

When He unites

The soul with my carapace

That day I pass by with little thought

Of it being another shot

To ladder up my rank

To swim one more mile

Like in a reverie with little worries

I walk on the rope of life

Each moment squandered in wishes

Ephemeral to the core!

Eating to the core!

When the desert herb wishes shrunk

In the unending dunes of life

Awoke my squint eyes to the full

I see beyond the mirage, values

Of magnanimous hues

Deep down through mind’s eye

Enlightened by the heaven’s light

No other but by the sacred scripture

Ameliorating each atom to the best!

Now no more would I be fastidious

For to view life through the bird’s eye

Is ever more educational

In glee thus, I submit my being to thee

My Owner! My Master!