Author Archives: Bilquis Fatima

Let the music play.

                  LET THE MUSIC PLAY.

Chinars swaying in their majestic way,

Pause  to  look at the moss covered footprints  

On  the paths now  un trodden ,pondering

why  the palmate  leaves  no longer  flutter  

with the chirpy ,  multilingual breeze   

wafting  through  them .

Their  barks yearn for

the tender touches  of newly wed couples

posing for clicks memorable.

While the Zabarwan  gazes achingly    

at   the deserted stretch of tulips

resembling  the trousseau abandoned by a bride.

And the   mellifluous ‘ bhumbro’

trapped in lumped  throats

Struggles  to float from rooftops and rise  to a crescendo.

Encouraging the  lonely shikaras, snuffling   in the shadow   

to be rowed in the crystal clear water of Dal lake

With fun and  frolic riding its chest

While agile fingers glide through chilled waters

causing ripples and  soothing nerves.

Along with  the aroma of Kahwa that fills  the crisp misty air.

Which   the hidden kangris under the pashminas

promise to warm .

Vestige of once festooned house boats,

Join in the show, beckoning towards  its warm abode.   

Rosy cheeks with promising smiles,

Enveloped in embellished Pherans  and Kasaba

on flower laden shikaraas ,

Wait to cross your paths offering their exotic blooms  ,

midway of the lake.

The pristine terrain pledges a paradise

Not to be lost behind the gossamer sheets of photo  frames

The cascading , singing streams promise

to drench listless soul  with  the fragrance of saffron,

ripe apples, while, dangle to please every  taste buds.

And all this time the high , smoking  mountains

Envisions  and smile with certainty ,

its  confidence hard  to crumble.

Cradling embryonic love stories,

with ambiguous fate

In the shadow of twilight,

Wait for the music to be played.

Stay With Me Tonight

STAY WITH ME.

Stay with me tonight.

For the stars are dazzling  bright

And the moon is in its loony height,

Stay with me,

for there is a blinding light.

My heart beats in a way strange

Throbbing hard to break loose.

For it is not the dark I fear

But it is the light  that shears.

hiding the dark within its folds.

As not  acclimatized  to un reined  joy  

I fear I may stumble  and drown

in the music of the night,

that  tugs at the  ascetic core.

Arousing a tempest  under my skin

Wavering my thoughts to overflow all limits.

With the cool wind playing through my locks,

wafting  musk tickling sensuous  senses,

the  heart, accustomed to fraught silence,

and mind, tamed to   respect  boundaries,

threaten to betray, to taste this life,

to get swept in the ephemeral ecstasy,

burying the conscience under piles of allures.

It is then that  exhilarated senses tend to slide,

sinking  in the delusion and grandiose  all around,

giving the devil reasons to smile,

tempted to taste the forbidden.

O faith don’t leave my side,

Tonight and every night.

Story of The Night.


The sun slithers behind the horizon
Dimming the light the night arrives .
In this darkness she raises her head
Robed luridly, her hood she spreads

Brandishing seductive glances ,
Swashes spreading her trance .
Veiling her rancor, forges smile.
Predicaments, so what , turn her vile .

Driven by perpetuating plight
Trades her days with the night.
Willingly places her self on pyre
To become the vestige of carnal desire

Of saints in respected raiment
Profoundly proud of their payments.
Their life, veritably , bereft of flavour
Feign to bestow upon her a favour.

Shrieks her soul, in colossal pain ,
Consensually ravaged for meager gain.
Yet she solely pays the price.
For her sun sets with every sunrise
Primordial patriarchy leaves him untarnished
By blinded milieu she is vehemently banished.

@ Bilquis Fatima

Labyrinth of Pain.

Under the dome
In the sanctity of your domain
The sacred vicinity
Where people pour their heart out.
Bowing my head,
In veneration for the supreme divine.
Tears silently trickle down, soaking my chest.
You hear my words, my cry, my silence.
Requesting and pleading.

Relieve me of the weight,
My heart no longer can tolerate.
Show me the path out of this labyrinth
Or bestow in me,
Strength to bear it fearlessly
And accept it as a part of me.

Sleep (Alternate Version)

When  I was a toddler

It came to me with ease.

Later  it was aligned   and timed

To meet home works assigned.

And as youth crept in

for overworked muscles it became,  a boon   

Yet frivolous  youth wasted it to  croon 

And now when worldly chores

Do not worry me anymore

Sleep I find in a distant shore.

Yet I earnestly  approach it  , to take refuge

From the shrieks and cries

Which   inundates the mind

Of thousand bleeding bodies

In clashes of identity , left behind.  

Zealously,   I hold it tightly,  to shut off  

 the howls and moans  of  children  victimized.

Sleep when finally obliges , nightmares invade  

and of  the quintessential sleep I am deprived.

Woken up by sweat and shivers, I toss it away

And ask myself ,do I deserve this sleep ?

So I  sit down with paper and pen and  weave a romantic dream.

For now I have learnt to rejuvenate and find respite

In characters of love whom I define.

Sleep

When  I was a toddler

It came to me with ease.

Later  it was aligned   and timed

To meet home works assigned.

And as youth crept in

for overworked muscles it became,  a boon   

Yet frivolous  youth wasted it to  croon 

And now when worldly chores

Do not worry me anymore

Sleep I find in a distant shore.

Yet I earnestly  approach it  , to take refuge

From the shrieks and cries

Which   inundates the mind

Of thousand bleeding bodies

In clashes of identity , left behind.  

Zealously,   I attempt to sleep,  to shut off  

 the howls and moans  of  children  in grief.

But even there the ghosts of annihilation  in their bloody  attires invade 

and of  the quintessential sleep I am deprived.

Waking up to a ghastly reality, I bid farewell to sleep

Asking myself ,do I deserve to sleep ?

So I  sit down with paper and pen and  build a romantic dream.

For now I have learnt to rejuvenate and find respite

In characters of love whom I define.

An ocean apart

An ocean apart we appeared to be,

Country ,religion and culture defined my boundary

When luck struck as a lightening

Beckoning us towards a joint destiny

Encompassed by a feeling never felt before

Slowly silently the hearts resonated

Transcending the man made boundaries

Being woven into one by the talismanic  ring

With the passing of time our worlds changed

Passions faded and feelings dulled.

In distress and distrust our lives were plunged.

Alas! The talisman ceased to cast its spell

Like strangers at home, we started to dwell

Once rhapsodically involved and epitome of love

Now lying so close yet oceans apart we became.