Memories

  Memories.

There is  something in dream

Her skin is  like milk cream

Attester is lady with pure soul 

Honored with distinct role

She always exist in past 

What is  her vision at last

Dress  glitters  with Pearl of joy,happiness 

But head wounds with dust of  grief, sadness

People mostly choose head part 

Wound themselves joy apart

Sometime  it jumps into the present then  past 

Ruines the actual cantiness much fast 

Her duty  is to capture and measure 

Grief , joy , moments as well as pleasure

She is  assigned in painful 

loneliness

Often in strong depressed happiness

Her duty is to repair 

Past and present to be compare

Makes strong and keeps  hold 

It is so precious more  than gold

In deep- weakest moments 

When dark -death comments 

When its preyers react madly

It damage things  badly

So "Memories" is her secret name 

Life is hidden in it often blame

We cannot always remain same 

 it's a deep emotional game

Try to pick up it dress  glitters

Do not  touch  head wound withers 

Stay in sadness is death  is a sign

Leave grief  back Move with time .

                                 

             Poem by: 

                Bushra Aziz

 

                              

O! Look I am not any more .

O! LOOK I AM NOT ANY MORE.

Powerful  thoughts bestrew my soul 

O!    look I am not any more 

My convoluted heart also  play significant role

O!   Look I am not any more 

Millions  in one ,or may be 

One in millions Of  fires in my whole

 Yet I didn't found  any escape door

Probability that was so sure 

O!   Look I am not any more 

Sometime memories are not sweet 

Oh  not even a little bit sour 

But  strong bitter like a death of console 

O! It means  I am not any more

Hope is so neat as clear as your deeds 

Death of  hope is the death of spirit 

Then go and find yourself of  your 

O! Look  I  am  not any more.

 

Whenever I tried to unite the  agitation

To destroy  the dynasty of  distraction

To  meet  and join my pure soul again 

Ramshackle but powerful Thunderbolt

Thoughts  stopped me,  blocked me ,

Bait me ,  and trap  me   like a prison 

To Ambient tortured Empire of mind 

O!  Then  Look I am not any more .

Pernoctate with night's full moon ,

Rimple wind,  or with shinning stars 

In loneliness with complete silence 

In  affected mood , with strong desires

not  the door  I found for freedom from

the  tortured Empire of complex mind  

It not gives even a smallish equanimity

The security is too strict to escape

O!  It means  I am not any more.

My left , my right, my front,my back 

In South ,  in North ,in east ,in west ,

In my heart ,in my soul ,  in my mind 

The only Possessioner is fire, strong fire 

Burns heart deeply, tortures  the mind 

Agonise the soul , wounds  the self thousands  times   in a   second  

 O! Look I  am not any more .

Stay aside , live alone  in dark  darkness 

With weeping silence in affected sadness     

With gloomy mood ,in depressed rain 

Precious time becomes  more than useless

Loneliness  becomes more than happiness

Life becomes more than death 

Death becomes more than life 

Emotion Becomes strong than strongest 

Spirit Becomes  weak than weakest .

O! Look I am not any more.

 

                                      Written by :

                                                                  Bushra Aziz