Mud houses

Mud Houses

the houses
in my paradise
are rusty, muddy,
broken and hurt..

our houses have seen
years of turmoil
they are bloodied,
exploited by time..

i reminisce my hometown,
when i see the glimpses
of merry houses on hills,
and hustling markets around..

i remember our naivety
humility,
our poverty and pain..

i feel the mothers'
wounded hearts,
shrouded dead, graves
and erroded lives..

in all this,
i recall the smell
of my soil,
its marks my identity,
my soul
and my ultimate refuge!

Tanzila

It takes..

it takes..

it takes a lonely heart,
to romance loss,
to envy failure,
to want exclusion,
to hope solitude,
to despise acceptance
and periodic gestures of love!

it takes a broken heart,
to memorize past,
to surpass stereotype,
to challenge the normal,
to look beyond the regular,
to stay cynical!

it takes a brave heart,
to survive,
despite every day,
every circumstance,
weighing you down!
it takes a miracle,
to live through nights,
of reclusion and pain.
reminiscing the dead,
the gone and the mysterious!

to me, it takes a few words,
to express,
and expire the same time,
with the same intensity,
the feelings of regret!

Tanzila

Reflection

Reflection

it is difficult to resonate,
with the teachings of our mentors!
its tough to understand
how calmly they freed us,
they struggled,
they fought,
they lost many battles..

in their pursuit of self determination,
in their cause for peace,
in their reasons for freedom,
liberating our dreams!

its difficult to compete,
with the values, they professed..
its impossible to reflect,
the vision they diffused!

in today,s challenging times,
when life is tougher and
wars being fought!
we often tend to forget,
what we were taught!

We should aspire,
inspire,
infuse and
resonate...
their passion, mission and
vision..
to reflect on humanity,
with humanity......
to love,
to make eternal peace...

Tanzila

Explosion

Explosion

my brain wants to explode,
shredding away the worries,
into pieces of insignificance..
every intoxicating failure,
every cruel challenge,
these colliding, ruthless,
instincts,
the moments of confusion
disappointments and
drama..
it wants to break open,
from these cluttering,
harrowing symbols,
of responsibilities,
accountability and ambition..

it wants to explode and collapse,
and feel the rhythm,
of the real freedom of soul..
it wants to give up for once,
because at times fighting,
heroic battles, within you,
can drain you out! 

it wants an assurance,
that giving up is ok,
giving in necessary,
when stakes are high! 

it wants to be told,
that being at loss is natural,
and losing a battle is easier
than losing your life....

Tanzila

I date back

I date back

I date back hundreds of years,
when people who spoke
their minds
were ridiculed..
and prosecuted..

I date back a time,
when renaissance built cultures
transforming them,
beyond the scope
of the then allowed limits..

I date back to the time,
when pioneers, sculptors,
artists and writers,
revolutionized history,
tradition and life..

I date back to that history,
to the time, to the years,
precisely,
when great minds were free,
active, open and visionary..

I date back to 'that' era,
because my mind breaks open,
all the current stringent shackles
of modern times..
It resonates with freedom,
evolution and change!

I am much older in my thoughts,
But very open in my vision!
I am outdated in my outlook,
But innovative in my mission.
I am philosophical in my emotion,
But clear in my intention!

I profess growth,
I support transformation,
Of mind and soul..
I am a patron of adding,
dimensions, options,
opportunities to expand..
my mind and plan......

Do you?!

Tanzila

I aint a Sage

I aint a Sage

I was a Sage

had a holy soul

an honest

self reflecting

humble life..

i was simple,

with fewer 

complications!

with less hopes

and least positivity.

I was free,

aspired,

dreamt,

seeking expansion,

redemption,

exclusion,

goodwill!

I aint a Sage no more,

your norms,

challenged me,

endangered me

destroyed me,

my identity 

and 

I am no more,

a good, kind,

hearted fool,

who would,

entertain your puzzles!

Tanzila

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