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About aashi

Aashi Husain alias Fatima Afshan is a teacher by profession. She lives in India. Several of her poems have been published in anthologies like 'The Aquillrelle Wall of poetry book five and six', 'Umbilical Chords', 'The Divine Madness', The Dawn Beyond Waste', Colours of Refuge' etc.Apart from poetry, she likes to write short stories and articles too. She writes in Hindi, and Urdu languages also.

In Memory of Nihal Bitla

One lovely day you were born
And our house became a home
All the grayness departed
Left were only bright colors of happiness
and pleasant chimes
Some days passed
Your skin became a little drier and flaky
We thought it was a skin infection
We were thrilled to see your little ivory teeth
They were like pearls
But we witnessed
The petal soft pink lips of yours
Turned into brown
And the baby glow was nowhere to see
Your teeth fell one by one
Till you reached age four
The doctor said you suffered with Progeria
It was a new name for us
How can a child grow
eight times faster than the normal ones?
They said one in four million people
suffered with this deadly desease
We sent you to school concerning your future
What happened there in your school?
Often we collected diamonds of your tears
From here and there
When you were teased and bullied
And called an old man by the kids
You filled a pitcher with diamonds while
We filled many
You hid your tears from us
And we concealed ours from you
The wrinkles of your face increased day by day
And our heart beats as well
Your wrinkled body couldn’t wither your lively heart
You talked of robots, Lamborghini and Amir Khan
Once the movie named ‘Paa’ released
And children told you
that you would also die of heart attack
Doctors told us such children live for thirteen years
We were shocked
Each moment started passing faster
Your bones weakened and your lungs exhausted
Still you didn’t decline
to be a part of progeria awareness campaign
Just to help other children like you
How happy we were to see you excited
When you met Amir and captured some selfies!
Your heart was overflowing with joy
We wished those moments to stop
So that we could store that happiness
And replace our pitchers of tears with those of joy
Alas! The moments flew with light’s speed
You heart burned and divorced you
You turned ninety at age fifteen
An old man died In his adolescence…what an irony!
Your photo is there in a frame
People will keep asking
Who this old man is in the pic?
We will keep telling it was our young boy
Whom old age mistakenly embraced and adopted….

The Moon Bride

Silver coated roll of joy
So quiet, docile and coy
Like a bride adorned and veiled
Above the soft clouds that trailed
Peeking from the sparkling cape
Of myriad stars in diamond shape
She blushes and the flowers bloom
Overshadowing nature’s gloom
Quiescent water catches its shadow
Like the night sky, it begins to glow
Out of shyness it perspires in the blue
Decks the earth with beads of dew
Cicadas and crickets try to croon
Dancing leaves produce a tune
The moon feels sleepy in the melodious dark
To sing a sweet lullaby, there comes a lark
The wind too begins hushing others to sleep
As the lovely bride is in slumber so deep
At last the sun comes with a blanket so bright
And shields the moon fondly to sleep beneath the light

Christmas Hymn

Let us weave the wreaths of love
and embellish them with shining stars of amity.
Let us adorn the trees of compassion
and attach in them, the bells of harmony,
sweets of empathy,
baubles of care,
jewels of charity,
garlands of respect,
and trinkets of understanding.
let us bake cakes with cooperation
and season them with joyful intimacy
let us gift each other our affection, support
and true friendship
without discrimination.
Let us bedeck the world with peace
and help it rid of the violence that prevails.
Let us enjoy Christmas, the birth of Christ,
and the rebirth of humanity.

Explore the life

That which seems like the end
is not the end
but the beginning
of new frontiers.
You have the oars
to hold
and an infinite sea is there
waiting to be explored.
It’s up to you what you find-
either a carcass
or a paragon
but one thing is sure,
you will not return with empty hands.
A discovery will disrobe itself
and experience will escort you.
Some mysteries will unfurl their layers
making you richer than before
if only you dare
and embrace fear……

Humanity on its deathbed

Physically bared Stone Age man died,
but the mentally naked modern man is alive,
being stripped of compassion, love and righteousness.
Dirty hair of early man fused into the dust of time,
but the modern man’s dirty thoughts emerged.
Uncultured, illiterate tribes vanished,
and the educated ones felt proud on being unrefined.
evolution of man happened
but humanity still suffers in its cocoon
as if crucified each moment, with each of its breath.
Guns replaced the stones,
and the transformed evils still survive.
Man looking for man’s flesh
wars, murders, rapes, suicides, deaths of refugees,
burglary, exploitation, partiality and pollution….
greed trickling down from the tongues
of men like jackals..
they say they are not wild
and rape women, even men
wearing modern clothes, possessing gadgets
and think they have evolved and developed
they turn a deaf ear to the sighs of mother earth
whenever any Aylan dies, humanity weeps
a sea of tears beside him
and mother earth covers him with her dust
and sings a lullaby while caressing him in her lap.
Do we ourselves kill the angels,
pleasing the horrific devils of society?
Only we have to find the answer.

The ghost chili pepper

She shrieked frenziedly as a scalded cat,
sprung from her place
like the fire of a gun,
ready to burn everything
with the smoke gushing from her ear-holes
and drown everything in the sea of her tears,
leaving the world with squalid smoke and ashes.
She could feel the flames
blazing her from within,
slitting her delicate skin into fragments,
roasting her tongue with its piercing blades.
O why she was burning desperately as
such that all the ice of the world was insufficient to calm her?
Elsewhere she tasted bhut jolokia!!!


The Word Hunt

When I force my brain, some verse to find,
I discover blankness in my gloomy mind.
My hands fumble for the accurate words-
when I need nouns, there come verbs.
When a right few are caught in my glossy fist,
they slip at once and lost in a mist.
I follow them in a fit of rage
but they don’t stay fit on my page
I let them go and wait for the new,
till I find a suitable few.
It’s only then, when I am calm
I have an apt verse in my palm.

Will Ever?

Will ever the season of my destiny change,
ridding me of the gloom
of my existence, so that
happiness comes to me
and spread moonlight all around,
making my garden fragrant
with blooming blossoms of ecstasy
and the galaxy of stars
dance for my amusement
while a wave of smile
run through my lips
bringing moisture of dew
on the dry flowers of my fate
and make the sea move lively
among the surfing waves
whereas the wind run gleefully
for me?

A yearning for a smile

When I wake up
in the morning,
I see myself
in the mirror.
I try to stretch
my facial muscles
but neither me
nor my image
in the mirror
is able to smile.
I look up
at the rising,
smiling sun that
seems to look down
upon me mockingly.
I go out
into the lawn
where blooming flowers
smile at me and
I turn my face
to the other side
as I can’t join them.
There are smiles and smiles
the rest of the day
but my heart still burns
from within
as smile is everywhere
but not within me.
How to answer
the smiles of others?
the query remains
always with me.
Crying at night
I fall into the arms
of sound sleep,
dreaming of getting
a big smile on my face
and hoping
for a miracle
to happen,
so that next day
I too wake up
smiling like others.

Come, Rise the Sun

Come forward.
The base is vacant for you to stay.
The preceding sun has set in the WEST.
It’s time to rise and the east is yours.
All the past glories have stumbled down.
Come, breath freely.
The outlet is open for you.
Place your own sign post.
Influence the minds with your best designs.
fill colours of happiness all around.
Take advantage of the quiet
and serene background.
All the obstacles have grown weaker.
It’s the best time to act.
Leave your own marks
on the sands of time.
Give this world the best you have,
creating history of a new glory.
Hurry up! Take action
before the opportunity is lost.