My Weak Moment
My weak moment is..
that moment of reality..
When the order becomes random,
when the people i count on,
become strangers..
when my thoughts become clearer,
crystal and plain..
when my pain is deep,
narrowing my veins..
when my heart wants to skip beats,
and when my mind acts insane..
its my natural tendency,
to scream and cry,
its my soul begging for mercy..
its my mouth, that dries again..
its the mirror telling me,
all that i believed was a lie,
all that i have known was hoax,
all that i have wanted was a game,
all that i have cherished was a name!
its my moment of helplessness,
its my weak moment,
its started again!!
Tanzila
Fading away
Wounded heart,
Battling mind,
Torn soul,
Passion withdrawn.
Skin tempered,
Hollow cube,
Jaws broken,
Sorrows let lose,
Immense remorse,
Of an ending life
Of a dying hero
Of a matryr,
A woman of pride,
A young bird,
With bigger dreams,
Had a plan for life..
Had a meaning to find,
This world to change,
In kin and kind!
She is fading away,
She has faded away!
Tanzila
Return
I want to return to the same old life when,
the only expectation was to wait for Mum,s goodies for me.
the only target was to complete my homework at the end of each day.
the only freedom was to meet friends for an hour after school.
the only sadness was to score less marks.
the only happiness was to win a trophy.
the only worry was less time for exams.
the only reason was to be a part of my family.
the only reward was my Dad,s encouragement.
the only satisfaction was my Mum,s happiness.
the only bond was with my brother.
the only playmate was my pet dog.
the only choice was my parents' will.
the lonely 'being' was a concept in books.
Now, here i am,
Where only hope is to revive my childhood.
And return to my mother,s lap, where she made me sing all those rhymes.
And be by my father,s side and make him believe i am fine on my own,
Knowing i am not!
The only pleasure is my brother,s calls, telling me to stay strong!
I want to return to my childhood and my mum!
Tanzila
They say..
They say i dont like sugar,
Maybe i prefer salt!
They say i repel crowd,
Maybe i dont like people!
They say i am not presentable,
Maybe i dont like dressing up!
They say I talk less,
Maybe i think more!
They say i hide from the sun,
Maybe i prefer clouds!
They say i dont like spring,
Maybe i prefer autumn!
They say I am closed,
Maybe I am depressed!
They say I am arrogant,
Maybe I am reserved!
They said, they say and they always would,
Maybe I just shouldnt listen!
Tanzila
Abysmal hollow
In my heart,
Deep down, inside,
My tattered soul..
The relentless darkness,
Of my days,
The tearful rain
of my nights,
The thundering skies,
Exploding lights,
Heartless, lifeless,
Helpless Divine.
I am a punctured boat,
sinking deeper each day,
Drowning slowly,
In pain..
I am suffocated by virtue Of my existence..
I suffer with my troubled mind..
I suffer for my broken heart!!
Tanzila
