Bird on my window sill

Bird on my window sill

Like a deadbird

on my window sill

that choked to death

after eating the poisonous

shrub!

That shrub felt like hope,

oozing with pure poison,

Little did the bird know,

it would be its last,

meal

and quest!

I saw it,

trying to devour,

the shrub,

maybe thinking to itself,

what a treat it had found,

how lucky,

how blessed it must have felt!

Aren't we all like this bird?

Taking toxins bit by bit,

slowly dying our death!

Aren't we sitting on our window sills,

looking at the world,

while we devour our life,

and not realize,

any bite could become,

our last!!

Tanzila

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

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