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A whiff of the past…

Some aromas give you
A whiff of the past;
And you breathe in,
A part of your own yesterdays,
Like forgotten melodies rippling away
To faded pages
Of a yellowed diary.

Last day, the scent of turmeric
Took me with absolute ease-
To a pampered childhood-
Of healed bruises-
It showed me a serene face
With a sparkling nosepin
And a purple kumkum
And wrinkled palms with rough fingers-
Adept at hardwork-
Tending to my wounds.

I reminded myself that the earth, in fact, had gulped down her soul-
And I wondered if she had left parts of herself here with me-
Probably her best ones.

Life is a Process

Life is a process
Where everyday
People feel that
They are into a race

Life is when
You learn everyday
When you fight
And you win each day

Life is not
To stay in misery
It gives you lesson
To understand each day

Life is blessed
So why to take stress
Smile and be happy
Enjoy life even in distress

Life is always
Work in progress
To prosper daily
Shine everyday

25.03.2016
© Sha Azam Siddiqui – All rights reserved
#Azamsuniversepoetry

Life is like Raindrops

Life gives many reasons
Everyday to smile
Like a cheerful raindrop
This makes earth smile

Life is a wet road
On which we all walk
Let’s start enjoying rain
And we will see
Glory of life in soothing rain

Life is to enjoy
Every drop of rain
We can’t hide ourselves
So let’s start enjoy this drain

Each raindrops is small
But together it’s rain
This has the capacity
To remove barren lands in vain

Let us all try
To be like rain
Wherever we move
Let’s remove all pain

Life is better
And always it will be
If we have the courage
To be happy
In every situation
Whatever it may be

24.03.2016
(c) Sha Azam Siddiqui – All rights reserved
#Azamsuniversepoetry

The Canary

Many a soul flown

Disappearing into lands unknown

The canary all lone

Sings of his beloved gone

 

Day after day

Night after night

Waiting to play

With the gleaming light

The Canary-

Basking in the warmth of May

Reminisces the Spring night!

 

Love!

Where have you hidden?

In darkish coves

Or places forbidden..!

 

Warm embraces cold

Not heard is the flap

Memories turn old

Forgotten is the cheerful clap

The Canary ponders

If only death could fill the gap…..

 

The Sun sets..

It takes a nap

The Sun rises..

 

What’s next…………………………………?

The Gypsy

O’ mystical mystery!

In your asymmetrical symmetry, many a clue derives shape

The strings of Apollo play in gasps

The gypsy watches, rims agape.

 

Those founts teased by pecks silvery

Desires he too a drop to pen

Desires he too a drop to quench

You, an innocent verse turned ballad juvenile

The gypsy waits to drench.

 

Shivers in noon, shivers in moon

O’ mystical mystery!

To your shanty mellow, do invite soon

Beneath the ray laden gem in the night half crescent,

The gypsy begins to croon.

 

Amidst the penman’s bliss; a few letters amiss

Where lost are you?

What marks the pain?

Is it the cycle with patterns mobile?

Or is it the equilibrium-

The stagnant call ‘Rain’.

 

O’ mystical mystery!

In your asymmetrical symmetry, many a clue derives shape

The gypsy figures the canvas

Emotion, none but a conjuror’s trick

The show, its staged

The gypsy watches, rims agape.

Phase

Fail did he

in scripting the wild

Though promises seemed

like candyfloss to a child

Fail did he

in breathing for a while

That was the time

he parted with his quill

He couldn’t be with her.

 

Realise did he later

what he had lost

The rain in its flowing beauty

just before the frost

Realise did he

the eternal knot

That was the time

he again cuddled his quill

He again breathed her.

Absurdity

A puff eager, by the banks,

taken to resolve;

resolve what seems already solved

Mundane ashes in the backwaters dissolved

An axis stagnant, eager to tilt;

eager to revolve.

 

Is there a Bulbul as such-

voicing melodies under a raven’s watch?

Is there a provoking touch-

gifting warmth under an alien clutch?

 

The lady with synthetics torn;

deprived of stainless knobs,

takes a dip

Emerges with a stretched lip

 

Is she a rebel?

Or is it I

who is a fake foam.

 

Gangotri has lost

Ganga has won

The one tilted shifts back

Absurdity meets its clarity

back home.

I strive to write

I strive to write
Light
Like feather
Words that
The wings of eyes
Can carry
To the sky of heart
In just a blink
Of lashes
I do my best
To avoid
The stink
Of stale flowers
And
Tedious curves
Of
Old vacant valleys
I am like a
Like a tireless stream
Of poetry, whispering
Small yet fresh drops
Of words
To pebbles and Rocks
Of minds on my way to destiny
I strive to move on
Without fail
My journey
Is my destiny

World of Words!

Oh Words! I bow in front of thee!
As bible says, the beginning was the Word!
Word was with God and Word was God!

Oh Words! You are omnipresent, omniscient
Wisdom coated pearl beads on the golden thread
Glow as scriptures and the enlightenment
Blind the inkling of allusion laden vista.

Oh Words, you enrich Homo sapiens’s life
As silhouette you lure with essence of expression.
You scatter self with your brilliance as if
dispersed light particles through a prism.
In spite of your bestowed solicitous freedom
You enjoy the vagabond’s voracity for you.
In awareness and even in unawareness
We indulge in our intrinsic lingering.

Through sporadic breathtaking apparitions
You reflect on the layers of our life
As you are the words of words
soul and verse of the Uni-verse.
Your pristine beauty voices at times
Sweetly, strongly, bitterly, diplomatically,
as if symbolising all virtues and vices.
You are embraced by all unbiased
for all reasons and seasons.

The Kingdom, world of words opened
for thy blessed esteemed guests.
The crystal thrones shimmer in their honour.
The palace is fervour for the feast of words.
Wagon of vocabulary, the gizmos of literary soul
breathe life onto the nostrils of poets and writers.
Their passion flows through their vein as bloody ink
drunkard verses, wet and wild lashing as tides
as if the felicitation absorbed as poem and prose.
Thy glory immortalised as resonating gratitude.
I owe, I vow, I shall not let dry thy passionate ink
Until the dalliance with the world of my words are fulfilled.

World with words- A world of Illuminations!
World without words- An eerie of grave silence!
Oh Words! I bow in front of thee!

N.B: This poem was first published at The criterion: An International Journal in english, April 2015 Vol. 6, Issue-2