Wednesday 29 January 2014

Smirk

Smirk

With ur each tear, I smirk..
it rolls off the edge of my eye..
its a tear of peace..
its my tear of joy, 
to see you where,
I aimed you to be....

In a place as unforgiving 
as my grave..
with a time escaping 
as the last clock of my life..

I smirk to glory and smile at nature..
for what goes returns, 
with its beautiful forms,
of helpless attire..

I wear a gown of deception this time,
I stand there..next to you, 
to mimic death..
as proficiently,
as u imitated life to me......

I smirk my dear, I smirk...
Won’t you catch me this time…?
You can't...
You lost me when I lost the hope...
You lost me with that fake promise of re-union...
You lost me for times to be!! 

What remains is my smirk...
and what stays is still my tear..!! 

Tanzila

Friday 24 January 2014

Lullabies

Lullabies

limited, alienated 
from the norms
and types,
from the ways and means,
of the breed and creed,
to simple complex images,
to songs of war, love and peace,
to tales of cluster, memory and being,
from purity of a mother’s heart..

are the lullabies, my mother’s songs,
her voice echoes in my deeper souls,
reminding me of her timeless love,
assuring, reassuring moments of faith,
within my mother’s giving heart,
is her compassion 
and mystery…
of this world and the next…

I try to know, understand,
why selfless is her love,
how much she could endure,
how often would she tell,
stories, songs and moments,
of her life and mine.
That love, transpired through her,
every word and expression…

My life is owned by you Mother,
my mind by your lullabies,
this heart loves you mother,
beyond this world’s greed..
My every bit of existence,
is a sacrifice i do..
to see you smiling forever,
to give you happiness always,
like your lullabies gave me peace,
like you gave me life.



Tanzila