Fairy-Tale

Fairy-tale

Will I ever write my fairy-tale,

Or walk through the castle,

Wearing my tiara,

a ball-gown and glass slippers.

Holding your hand,

Feeling your support,

knowing your name 

and game!

Its a puzzle,

love dies,

memories remain!

Its a mystery,

we are unable to solve.

Its a fault,

we wont blame.

Its a failure,

We live through it yet again!

Then,

You mentioned,

I won’t have a fairy-tale,

I know, I ain’t no Princess,

no fairy, anymore.

I never was 

or won’t be ever! 

I wanted my share 

of stories,

good, happy ones!

I wanted my share,

of peace!

Now, i want,

my share of 

solitude and

not be your mannequin,

a clown to please!

I will remain a Romantic!

I romance loss not love,

I will remain a loser,

who loves misery!

I will remain a powerless 

severed maid,

who knows her place.

I will remain a distant 

creature,

Who remembers your name.

I will remain a writer,

who writes,

breathes,

and expresses

confinement,

condolence,

corruption,

with compassion.

But I will remain a Romantic,

and write my fairy-tale,

a real, story,

with real life,

of a fairy in distress! 

Tanzila

Pebbles

Pebbles

Eroded away from the family,

and the rock-solid mother,

broken to smaller pieces,

ground and detached…..

still,

making ripples on the river!

Pebbles,

grey, brown 

or are they black?

living independent,

of their source.

making a newer sink,

with every applied force.

They travel around,

See new places,

Discover unknown lands.

They whisper to the skies,

in their darker nights,

astonishment or loss!

I like pebbles,

They mould as per friction,

or know how to adjust!

I love pebbles,

because they believe,

in their strength of togetherness.

Unlike me, 

who is away,

detached,

disapproved,

deprived,

and getting depleted

with every experience! 

Tanzila

Homebound

Homebound

Tonight,
I dreamt of the noises,
the sounds, back home..
I heard my mother walking,
around the house,
My Dad talking on his phone.

It was a beautiful dream,
Almost felt real.
This hallucination of home,
family and peace;
The mighty acceptance of oneness.
I smiled while dreaming
and woke up sooner,
Utter distraught...

Couldnt the dream last longer,
Or this reality fade!

I am homebound!
I am love bound!
I am memory bound!

I am bound to my mother,s prayers
And my father,s faith!

Tanzila

Jesus

Jesus

If I could incarnate as Jesus,
I would relieve the world of its suffering!
I would relieve the rich of gain,
and the poor of pain!

I wouldn't feel helpless seeing an old man,
travelling, walking, thinking alone..
It wouldn't break my heart,
seeing an old Lady,
doing groceries on her own!

If ever I were Jesus,
I would rejuvenate lives
and their souls!

I know time takes it course,
so does life,
so does age....
I know I cant fight time,
destiny or reason!
I know I cant question nature
or God!

But I still wish against all odds,
To be Jesus!
To heal the ones in pain!
To help the ones in grief,
To deal with loss of material and life,
To learn living all on your own!

I wish I could help,
Help this old man,
whose helplessness,
and courage broke my heart,
today, yet again!

Tanzila