Hanging by the thread

 

Hanging by the thread

Been days, months, 

haven’t heard even a remnant,

any shred of some good news..

I am trying to hold on,

somehow,

Putting up a smile,

grinding my teeth beneath,

this farce projection..

this lie...

The veil will fall,

revealing grief..

My brittle heart is breaking...

Fate has been unkind lately,

Seems like,

Life is hanging by its last thread!

- Tanzila

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

Sajad

Sajad

I stumbled across you,

it was CHANCE!

I extended my hand,

it was FAITH!

You held that hand,

it was COMPASSION!

I rested on your shoulder,

it was PEACE!

You stroke my head,

it was CARE!

I cried,

it was COMFORT!

You wiped my tears,

it was COURAGE!

I leaned some more,

it was TRUST!

You held me high,

it was LOVE!

We stand together,

it is FATE!

Tanzila

Unguarded Souls

its the callin of a new dawn......

the moment of relief.....

in an intimacy with the interface to this paradise....

and the next......

these unguarded souls....

remain untamed....

their dainted faces...

deeper sorrows...

stay....sustain....

for now n ever.....................

Tanzila

A broken compartment

A broken compartment

We all have,
that one,
unique broken compartment,
in our hearts,
in our minds! 

The same compartment
that makes us gullible,
the one that makes us
weak!! 

Why do we invest so much
in some?
Why do we resist healing then?
Hearts are brittle,
so are souls,
slowly breaking your existence down!! 

Why did we trust,
why do we trust,
how far are we ready to go?!
Why this suffering,
this sorrow that never belonged to you!

It is imposed, it is not yours,
then why loathe yourself?
why detest life?
Its figments of experiences,
its innocent marks,
li’l stories of happiness
and many a remorse!! 

Lets play a game,
compartmentalize everything!
Keep that one compartment aside,
box is up rather nicely,
pack it away,
in glitter and gold,
keep it close to yourself!
When you are reminded of this compartment,
Be fooled by its superficiality,
be fooled by its lies!! 

Healing takes time,
it takes its course,
Li’l by li’l we will all be there,
until then,
hide away the nasty memories,
brush aside the pain!! 

Tanzila