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

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