Friday, 3 July 2020

Drowning in Still Waters

Drowning in Still Waters

Is pain real? 
How intensely do you feel it? 
There is pain in everything.
This longing for contact,
the hope to be noticed,
the desire to be heard,
the reason to escape,
the lies, 
you have woven around yourself,
to believe, 
You are normal, 
Perfect, content and gay.

Is the sorrow wanted? 
Every time you share,
You rub the surface first,
Then you scratch deeper,
And you realize,
the scars are raw,
Ripe, unhealed,
Fresh, and recent! 

Is the suffering required?
A chance to dwell in self-pity,
Or celebrate a memory,
Which is nothing 
but abusive,
Repulsive,
And unwarranted.
Why then,
You are still weak,
Swimming against the tide,
Slowly drowning in still waters.
Why then is it hard,
Why does it still exasperate you,
Why this remorse, 
Refusal and acceptance?
Is truth so bitter? 

Tanzila





Monday, 6 April 2020

Heavy Heart

Heavy Heart

This screeching noise,
was that a tyre,
of your car,
did you again do it?
run over my heavy heart?

People came to see me,
picked up the pieces,
the rags, 
the broken bones,
while you assembled 
the car's bonnet!

Did you notice me?
Did you see me collapse?
Did you hear me cry?
Did you watch my last grasp?
Did you even care
or you care no more.....?!!!

Tanzila

Tuesday, 9 July 2019

Sajad

Sajad

I stumbled across you,
it was CHANCE!

I extended my hand,
it was FAITH!

You held that hand,
it was COMPASSION!

I rested on your shoulder,
it was PEACE!

You stroke my head,
it was CARE!

I cried,
it was COMFORT!

You wiped my tears,
it was COURAGE!

I leaned some more,
it was TRUST!

You held me high,
it was LOVE!

We stand together,
it is FATE!


Tanzila

Friday, 8 March 2019

Unguarded Souls

its the callin of a new dawn......
the moment of relief.....
in an intimacy with the interface to this paradise....
and the next......
these unguarded souls....
remain untamed....
their dainted faces...
deeper sorrows...
stay....sustain....
for now n ever.....................


Tanzila

A broken compartment

A broken compartment
We all have,
that one,
unique broken compartment,
in our hearts,
in our minds! 
The same compartment
that makes us gullible,
the one that makes us
weak!! 
Why do we invest so much
in some?
Why do we resist healing then?
Hearts are brittle,
so are souls,
slowly breaking your existence down!! 
Why did we trust,
why do we trust,
how far are we ready to go?!
Why this suffering,
this sorrow that never belonged to you!
It is imposed, it is not yours,
then why loathe yourself?
why detest life?
Its figments of experiences,
its innocent marks,
li’l stories of happiness
and many a remorse!! 
Lets play a game,
compartmentalize everything!
Keep that one compartment aside,
box is up rather nicely,
pack it away,
in glitter and gold,
keep it close to yourself!
When you are reminded of this compartment,
Be fooled by its superficiality,
be fooled by its lies!! 
Healing takes time,
it takes its course,
Li’l by li’l we will all be there,
until then,
hide away the nasty memories,
brush aside the pain!! 

Tanzila

Tuesday, 5 February 2019

Muntazir

Muntazir

Is sehra se guzar kar,
gir gir k, sambhal kar,
theher kar, simmat kar,
bas,
thodi dur pahunch kar,
har khayal,
har waqiah,
har muskurahat,
har aanson,
har mumkim koshish,
ye ehsaas dilaati hai,

Ye aankhein abhi bhi hairaan hain,
Ye saaya abhi bhi Muntazir hai,
inhe khushi ki talaash hai.....
inhe khushi ki talaash hai.....

inhe hassi ki aarzuu hai.....

Tanzila


Monday, 4 February 2019

Facade

Facade

its all a facade,
too good a mask
to cover up!

its all unreal,
everything so normal,
all of it simple!

mirage,
as they say, what I see,
is what I want to see!
A fraud, 
a relentless yet
futile attempt
to conceal 
the real feeling;
one of despair
of hopelessness,
of being drugged
to the point
of losing the sense
of the senseless
and losing self,
to unreality! 

its a drama,
its characters well chosen,
each for their roles,
it came overtime,
many got replaced,
some persistent, 
stayed!
this stage is set,
for the amateurs,
and audience to watch!
What is more entertaining,
for sadists, 
to see another,
yet another man fall!! 

nothing, at all......


Tanzila