Poetry! =P

[Rmarie-yum]

:/. Forgot me? .

I write a lot of poetry on my blog. Mostly about love and everything. Here's one.

P.S: My grandfather passed away this Saturday :'(. It would mean the world to me if you people could recite some verses from the Holy Quran for him. Thank you .​

oooooooooMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am so speechless i dont know what to say................................................except how AWESOME IT IS!!!!!!!!!!! i love poetry and i think (sorry)............i KNOW that your peotry is like one of the most beautifulest things i have EVER read Mahallah Mashallah (claps) you are a wonderful and a gifted poet and it is truly a master piece

 

[Epiphany]

oooooooooMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am so speechless i dont know what to say................................................except how AWESOME IT IS!!!!!!!!!!! i love poetry and i think (sorry)............i KNOW that your peotry is like one of the most beautifulest things i have EVER read Mahallah Mashallah (claps) you are a wonderful and a gifted poet and it is truly a master piece

Honestly? I can't thank you enough. :')

 

[HauteHijabii]

When We two parted​

​

​

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shrudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee so well--
Long, long I shall rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
With silence and tears.​

Lord Byron​

 

[sweetiepie]

its true :
dard mey har koi muskura nahi sakta,
Apney dil ki baat bata nahi sakta ,
Roshni leyney waley tum kis janon ,
Chiapni takleef bata nahi sakta.

true :/

 

[étudiante]

From a Prayer for my daughter (W. B. Yeats)

The poem is a bit longish, these are the best parts of my favorite poem :') (My opinion )

"May she be granted beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend."


"Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will;
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still."

Awesome message in them

 

[whitetiger64]

That sacred arrow that struck my heart​

And played with those feelings inside​

That deceiving arrow tore it apart​

Shredded to pieces, nowhere to hide​

That single arrow pierced my eyes​

Turned single drops to a mighty storm​

That very arrow now lodged it lies​

Deep within, fixed to my heart's form.....​

 

[étudiante]

That sacred arrow that struck my heart​

And played with those feelings inside​

That deceiving arrow tore it apart​

Shredded to pieces, nowhere to hide​

That single arrow pierced my eyes​

Turned single drops to a mighty storm​

That very arrow now lodged it lies​

Deep within, fixed to my heart's form.....​

W-o-W! Its awesome

 

[whitetiger64]

W-o-W! Its awesome

Thanks!!!

 

[étudiante]

Thanks!!!

Worth it

 

[étudiante]

Some battles have to be fought alone,
Some thoughts have to be kept home,
Some smiles are such that they can't be shared,
Some joys are such that they can't be paired,
Some tears are such that they can never be cried,
Some regrets are such that they can never be lied,
Look inside, you'll find all these and more besides,
That is hidden in the depths of the soul-
Never to be apparent, these real truths hide.

(not a nice one... Just thinking out loud )

 

[HauteHijabii]

Materialization of Liberation​

Within every thread of the scarf I don on my head is woven the word ‘freedom’.​

Everyday I deviate from societal standards by conforming to those of my Lord -​

through this deviation, empowerment has been bestowed upon me – a blessing, minus the sword.​

Society tells me that the exposure of my flesh will grant me an acceptance letter -​

a congratulations! for embracing the norm.​

I tell society: if that were the case, then why is it that I have learned -​

when I give you my flesh, it is not reward that I have earned?​

For you examine it for the amount of melanin it contains,​

its body mass index, the adipose tissue it has gained.​

The amount of hair that has yet to be arranged and/or shaved,​

the fingers that lay exposed, nail-beds unpaved.​

The eyebrows – too unruly, too bushy, too united -​

a chemical cocktail for those roots has yet to be indited.​

I give you my flesh, but from you – what do I gain?​

It’s time to conceal yourself in paint to recapture the essence of ‘au naturale’, babe!​

First comes that face – that acne, black-head infested, uneven-toned face -​

lay down the foundation in order to cover-up what doesn’t need to be erased.​

Flawless.​

Next, comes those eyes – it’s time to make them pop and look brighter, ​

a cloak of shimmering dust, a wand to extend those lashes and voilà! – much more wider.​

Voluminous.​

Oh goody! Now that you’ve tamed those valuable units of expression,​

let’s fill them, darken them, and slick them down – suspended in a solution.​

Mysterious.​

And let’s not forget those lips, all crackled and dry -​

simply line and gloss them keeping two words in mind: ‘forever re-apply’.​

Luscious.​

And finally, that…hair?​

Let’s tease, straighten, layer, curl, poof, constrain, dye, blow-out, pin-up, accessorize…and… there!​

Perfect.​

…but Society, once I did everything you dictated;​

I was left feeling empty, unwanted, and frustrated.​

I lived up to the standards that you created,​

only to find my new clothes, hair, shoes, and makeup outdated.​

Until I saw through the facade of the perfection you promised -​

a lie so-often told, I mistook you for honest.​

It was then that I realized my liberation would not come,​

in accordance with your laws to which I had succumbed.​

Instead it would require adhering to the laws of the One,​

who prescribed a prescription that could never be outdone.​

The key to acceptance was to first accept myself,​

and to do so would mean to leave that product on the shelf.​

And replace it with something much cheaper – and better for your skin, I might add:​

A head-scarf; a piece of material folded, tucked, pinned and transformed into a hijab.​

But to simply cover my hair and leave the rest of my flesh exposed,​

would signify that you, Society, still pulled the ropes.​

And so to complete the Commandment, over my body the fabric extended;​

Neck, shoulders, arms, chest, hips, legs – all the places that YOU found offensive.​

And with that, I achieved bodily autonomy in an instant.​

The product of obeying my Lord has left my hair glowing;​

My skin silky, my eyes bright – all without showing -​

that which never belonged to you.​

This material I wear is my empowerment, you see.​

Because woven through every piece of this fabric is - Girl, you are FREE!​

Ubah​

 

[HauteHijabii]

That sacred arrow that struck my heart​

And played with those feelings inside​

That deceiving arrow tore it apart​

Shredded to pieces, nowhere to hide​

That single arrow pierced my eyes​

Turned single drops to a mighty storm​

That very arrow now lodged it lies​

Deep within, fixed to my heart's form.....​

<3 ....

 

[aaaamfa]

Saans lene se bhi teri yaad aati hai,
Har saans mein teri khushboo bas jati hai,

Kese kahoon ki saans se main zinda hoon,
Jab ki saans se pehle teri yaad aati hai.

mey ne dil se kaha unhey yaar karna chor dey tu dil se
awaaz aai woh tu bastey hai tumhari saans mein tu saans lena chor dey

 

[aaaamfa]

Koi ummeed bar nahi aati, koi surat nazar nahi aati​

Maut ka ek din muayyan hai, Neend kyun raat bar nahi aati[/COLE=13px]Aage aati thi haal e dil pe hasi, Ab kisi baat par nahi aati

once it was on radio:
teri yaar mey neend nahi aati teri yaad mey bhook nahi lagti
phir raat ko neend nahi aati kyon ke mujhey bhook lag rahi hot hai​

 

[sweetiepie]

Mera Dil hi janta ha Dono Manzar Main Ne dekhay hain,
Teray Aaanay pey kia guzri teray janay pey kia Guzzri..!

 

[étudiante]

​

Whenever I see people walking hand-in-hand,​

Whenever I see people listen and understand,​

Whenever I see patches in other's lives mend,​

Whenever I hear someone say "friend",​

​

I will always think of you.​

​

Remebering snatching your Kryptonite,​

And bugging you with "Thank you",​

Talking together like owls all night,​

Telling you to learn words anew,​

​

I will always think of you.​

​

But even when I'm gone away,​

Even when I'm not around,​

Remember our memories abound,​

The time is ticking, the hour glass is filling,​

​

I will always be thinking of you.​

 

[Epiphany]

​

Whenever I see people walking hand-in-hand,​

Whenever I see people listen and understand,​

Whenever I see patches in other's lives mend,​

Whenever I hear someone say "friend",​

​

I will always think of you.​

​

Remebering snatching your Kryptonite,​

And bugging you with "Thank you",​

Talking together like owls all night,​

Telling you to learn words anew,​

​

I will always think of you.​

​

But even when I'm gone away,​

Even when I'm not around,​

Remember our memories abound,​

The time is ticking, the hour glass is filling,​

​

I will always be thinking of you.​

 

[hellcat]

Enchanted credence



Bejewelled upon rustic thrones
Before chambers lit by firelight
Chandeliers hanging down the firmament
And men waiting to be stepped upon

Blemished black and multitude
Cast the dye and spare not the spark
Orbs on ashes of a renegade

Shadow the might of a totem pole
Diff the scathed cowl from above
Bestow ignominy on each in abundance
Behold magnanimity of deed

Mark with death and stain with blood
Beget and savour the calamity
The charnel devours legions upon legions
Prepare to declare divinity

Lust for lustre Enthralls the mortal
Lo! A schism in the sky appears
Flashes of rage ,bolts of demise
Resist the fingers ,suffer the fist


Ashes upon ashes, dust upon dust
Illusions embrace the lap of reality
Moths grant the fireflies a final response
The chamber fades in twilight......

* end*

Dedicated to basimnazir

 

[hellcat]

Materialization of Liberation​

Within every thread of the scarf I don on my head is woven the word ‘freedom’.​

Everyday I deviate from societal standards by conforming to those of my Lord -​

through this deviation, empowerment has been bestowed upon me – a blessing, minus the sword.​

Society tells me that the exposure of my flesh will grant me an acceptance letter -​

a congratulations! for embracing the norm.​

I tell society: if that were the case, then why is it that I have learned -​

when I give you my flesh, it is not reward that I have earned?​

For you examine it for the amount of melanin it contains,​

its body mass index, the adipose tissue it has gained.​

The amount of hair that has yet to be arranged and/or shaved,​

the fingers that lay exposed, nail-beds unpaved.​

The eyebrows – too unruly, too bushy, too united -​

a chemical cocktail for those roots has yet to be indited.​

I give you my flesh, but from you – what do I gain?​

It’s time to conceal yourself in paint to recapture the essence of ‘au naturale’, babe!​

First comes that face – that acne, black-head infested, uneven-toned face -​

Beautiful

lay down the foundation in order to cover-up what doesn’t need to be erased.​

Flawless.​

Next, comes those eyes – it’s time to make them pop and look brighter, ​

a cloak of shimmering dust, a wand to extend those lashes and voilà! – much more wider.​

Voluminous.​

Oh goody! Now that you’ve tamed those valuable units of expression,​

let’s fill them, darken them, and slick them down – suspended in a solution.​

Mysterious.​

And let’s not forget those lips, all crackled and dry -​

simply line and gloss them keeping two words in mind: ‘forever re-apply’.​

Luscious.​

And finally, that…hair?​

Let’s tease, straighten, layer, curl, poof, constrain, dye, blow-out, pin-up, accessorize…and… there!​

Perfect.​

…but Society, once I did everything you dictated;​

I was left feeling empty, unwanted, and frustrated.​

I lived up to the standards that you created,​

only to find my new clothes, hair, shoes, and makeup outdated.​

Until I saw through the facade of the perfection you promised -​

a lie so-often told, I mistook you for honest.​

It was then that I realized my liberation would not come,​

in accordance with your laws to which I had succumbed.​

Instead it would require adhering to the laws of the One,​

who prescribed a prescription that could never be outdone.​

The key to acceptance was to first accept myself,​

and to do so would mean to leave that product on the shelf.​

And replace it with something much cheaper – and better for your skin, I might add:​

A head-scarf; a piece of material folded, tucked, pinned and transformed into a hijab.​

But to simply cover my hair and leave the rest of my flesh exposed,​

would signify that you, Society, still pulled the ropes.​

And so to complete the Commandment, over my body the fabric extended;​

Neck, shoulders, arms, chest, hips, legs – all the places that YOU found offensive.​

And with that, I achieved bodily autonomy in an instant.​

The product of obeying my Lord has left my hair glowing;​

My skin silky, my eyes bright – all without showing -​

that which never belonged to you.​

This material I wear is my empowerment, you see.​

Because woven through every piece of this fabric is - Girl, you are FREE!​

qq

Ubah​

Beautiful description

 

[hellcat]

Enchanted credence



Bejewelled upon rustic thrones
Before chambers lit by firelight
Chandeliers hanging down the firmament
And men waiting to be stepped upon

Blemished black and multitude
Cast the dye and spare not the spark
Orbs on ashes of a renegade

Shadow the might of a totem pole
Diff the scathed cowl from above
Bestow ignominy on each in abundance
Behold magnanimity of deed

Mark with death and stain with blood
Beget and savour the calamity
The charnel devours legions upon legions
Prepare to declare divinity

Lust for lustre Enthralls the mortal
Lo! A schism in the sky appears
Flashes of rage ,bolts of demise
Resist the fingers ,suffer the fist


Ashes upon ashes, dust upon dust
Illusions embrace the lap of reality
Moths grant the fireflies a final response
The chamber fades in twilight......

* end*

Dedicated to basimnazir

I wrote it 2 days back and now got a chance to bring it forward......the poem describes the scenes of plunder and destruction...the enchantment of all the credence....I hope it was up to the mark.....I love poetry and try to write my best