Stories

Stories

I look at people,

I see stories,

reflections of differences,

of merry and pain..

I see the crowds,

in trams and subways,

see them walking,

on streets and lanes..

They are stories to me,

so many of them,

all living a part,

by similar means..

They share incidents,

some monotonous,

most unique,

with others’ stories..

You observe people,

in flesh and bones..

I feel stories,

with time and tales..

I see feelings,

i see happiness,

i see through eyes,

hearts and minds..

I see content,

desperation of being,

i see struggle,

for fate and love..

I see memories,

i see solitude..

I see each of you,

as a beautiful story..

As I am,

an unexplored story…!!!

Tanzila

My Journey to Nothingness

My Journey to Nothingness

This unwanted disappearance,

Of appearance,

Neglect of self, soul and time,

Emotionless emotions and fate,

Taking you for a ride.

Each day a struggle ends

And what continues is need

To struggle more, to go ahead,

In this race of madness,

For power and peace.

This is all I am left with,

A hollow cube inside my heart,

Space deprived of ‘requirement’,

Your sense of no want.

Every morning I raise, I rise,

With this emotional stress

An understanding of delusional love,

Even then, I extend my hand

To hold what is not mine..

I wake up to sadness

I sleep with despair,

So restless,

Incomplete I am,

with my journey.

A journey with no destination,

That leads to,

desolation and pain,

It leads me to

Nothingness..

Its my Journey to Nothingness..!!

Tanzila

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

LOST

LOST

I want to go somewhere,

And never return.

Get lost on trail,

And never be found.

Been a while since I last wrote,

my tale of misery from the memory lane.

Is the present so vague,

Or the past so cruel,

The future has stories to unfold.

With every day a passing journey,

No stops, no-one to stop,

With every morning a new mystery,

Unreal than the previous time.

With every night the similar feeling,

This dampening of my heart,

With every thought a new regret,

Of old and older times.

What reflects me, what I reflect,

Is the voice of my soul,

It may not be a voice enough,

It is changing each day,

Dying slowly its death….

Tanzila

My Mother's beautiful eyes

My Mother's beautiful eyes

When I look into your eyes,

they tell me stories,of love and laughter..

I see myself as a child,

playing with my li'l doll,pink and colourful..

Wen u sit infront of me,

catching my complete gaze,

I love to look at the face,

which I call my own,

the first one I saw,

when I opened my eyes, from my deep slumber..

This face helped me grow,

all these years,into a person I am now...

I always wanted to be so pure at heart,as you are dear mother....

So tranquil is your smile...

But when I look at your hands,

worn out with the years of hardwork,

I see the roughness,saying,

nurturing me was a rough task...

I want to kiss your hands and rub them will clove oil,

make them smooth,and soft as they were,

when you first touched me, my beloved mother....

My heart throbs at this interface,

when I have to bid farewell to you, for sometime...

I see your smile again,

so heroic it is for you to suffer this distance...

I feel your pain, I see your heart..

I know,

Your mind wants me to stay this time,

I will return mother with a colourful morning,

And lay in your lap once again,

so that u kiss my cheeks and hug me tight,

keep me safe my mother....Keep me safe dear mother...

I love to look at your beautiful eyes,

they tell me stories of a lifetime.......!!!!!!

Tanzila

Amma_in remembrance of the person who was my beacon of Hope....!!!

Amma

Its been two years,

Two long years...


since you left us..


Its been a struggle ever since,


A battle to live each day,


With every emotion,


Connected and spared,


Reminding me, us of your love...

I recall your magical touch,


Your aroma in this holy air,


Your smooth hands brushing my hair..


Your eyes, so selfless and beautiful,


So transparent like your heart...


I could see beyond this world,


Through your vision, your thought...


Into reality of depth and relation.....

I miss those days when we would eat,


Together, you and I..


I remember the times, when i would serve,


I wish i could stop time.....


Bring you back Amma,


Bring you to me, to us, to our existence...


To guide us, with ur emotion...


To love us, everytime..

I grew up, through those hands,


They groomed me, worn out with time..


I matured, with your every word,


I learnt with all my lessons...


I crave for your smile now,


For that would make my world..


It would change my worries,


To opportunities of gold....

I feel proud Dear Amma,


I am known as your child,


I feel strong dear Mother,


I will live your dream...


Of my happiness and calm...


I submit to God my darling,


Who keeps you safe in his charm..


I pray for your soul, i pray for your peace........

Never abandon me Mother,

I would lose my way,


I want to shine though your glory and light...


I pray you stay with us forever,


Guiding, teaching,
forgiving….Each of our blunders........

Every tear in Sheena's eyes, testifies,


You left so soon mother, you left so soon.......

Sheena