The girl with the black veil-

The girl with the black veil-

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Yes she will smile and,
Yes she’ll say thank you;
But only when needed,
And that’s all she uttered.

Yes she would walk and,
Go into classrooms;
But thats all she went to,
And only when needed,

She walked with her head high,
Her blue eyes looked downcast;
A black veil her trademark,
We named her dark widow.

But no one, yes no one
Even once tried to get her,
To open the world, we all
Knew she held within her.

Her frail body floated,
Under layers of clothing,
The nickname travelled fast
But she walked on unbothered,

Until the day she didn’t,
The girl with the black veil,
The news came as a shock,
Our dark widow had passed on.

We found out the reason,
She hid behind a black veil,
Leukaemia- they called it,
Her cells were killing her.

We prayed for Azmeena,
We wept for her departure,
She fought all alone,
And we did nothing to help her.


This is something I wrote as a free-write literally now, Just to keep the muse going. If you are not a fan of rhyming, feel free to ignore this. 🙂

the above image Is courtesy of  Emaho magazine.com

Day 3: I stand with them-

Day 3: I stand with them-

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Let your voice be heard above the cries of
those living in the midst of violence.
The sight of blood- a daily occurrence,
In grief and sadness their lives are engulfed.

A moment of thought for our fellow men,
Our Sisters, mothers who are war besieged,
Unaware of when they’ll get their next meal,
Their world is in chaos- I stand with them.

Let your voice be heard- for the ones whose land,
Once filled with greeneries of different kinds
Now turned, a graveyard- a horrendous sight
Of bodies in layers, a burial ground.

So, I stand with the ones whose blood is shed,
Mercilessly and their cries go unheard.


Day 4: A sonnet. Oh my, I didn’t know writing a sonnet could be so hard, what with the rhyming and the long syllables, but then again, I am glad I did it. This post is in response to DecemberPoetryChallenge.

the above image is courtesy of Third force news.org.uk

On Grief-

On Grief-

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I would tell you loss gets easy,
But I’m sure you’ve felt that pain,
An aching dull sensation,
In the middle of your chest;
Hands tremble uncontrollably,
With the phone gripped to your ear;
Sorry we couldn’t save her,
Is the last statement you hear.

The world spins all around you,
But the truth stares in your face;
A soul you loved, a part of you,
Gone from this universe;
To tell you loss gets easy then,
Wouldn’t take away your pain;
So weep my love- unburden
Grieve if it keeps you sane.

The above Image is courtesy of Brokengypsy.tumblr.com

Without him-

Without him-

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With him,
Life held meaning
With him,
Each day was a memory in the making
Without,
Life seems dreary;
Despite,
I’ve got to sail through the storms.

With him,
Joy was abound
With him,
Home was a person not place
Without,
Home’s just four walled;
Despite,
I’ve got to put on a strong face.

With him,
I was complete
Without,
There’s a bullet hole in my heart
Despite,
I’ve got to keep living;
With him,
I learnt dark will give way to light
Always… Eventually.

The above image is courtesy of Pinterest

When love leaves-

When love leaves-

Ŵhen love leaves, 

Silence becomes defeaning,

You see things, all too clearly

That happy couple holding hands,

 It takes you back- back- to a time when 

Sweet words and morning jokes were a norm

When fights didn’t mean the end but, 

One of those things that happen.

Until, the unannounced 

Arrives- death 

And love has to leave. 

I’d like to turn this into a longer poem, but it’s late at night and I’m drinking tea, thinking of sleep and dreading another morning class tomorrow. 🙂

The Girl on The Street

The Girl on The Street

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It came as a curveball,
The news that they met;
A girl on their street,
Had succumbed to death;
But I thought she was happy,
They chorused all day;
And saw flashbacks of her,
With burgers and a grin;
But the truth of the darkness,
Which hovered her being,
Was placed on the status,
Of her various dps;
It was written in the poems,
Which she shared with her friends,
Who described it, “beautiful”,
And ignored its depth;
It was displayed in the redness
Of her eyes after meals,
When she came out of restrooms,
Appearing fatigued.
It was drawn on collarbones,
Poking through her skin,
And the clothes she resized,
For the waists were too big.

It came as a curveball-
News, The illness took her;
Her weight was too downscale,
She couldn’t survive;
But I thought she was happy
Was all they could say,
But for the girl on the street,
It was too late.

On Loss-

On Loss-

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There is no preparation, no test; neither assignment nor hint to prepare us for certain things in this world. We see tales of tragedies and its almost always someone else’s family, no one expects its going to be theirs. No one prepares for that. And then it happens.
The dreaded phone call which brings our carefully crafted glass house of security, crashing with one single statement- “I’m sorry”.

Sorry. And you wonder what they are sorry for. Sorry for the fact they couldn’t save “her”, sorry that it was too late, sorry there’s little they they can do to appease your pain, sorry that they have to be the bringer of bad news, or simply sorry for the departure of another beautiful soul from the world.

There is no preparation, no practice… In that Moment, you either walk across the broken shards feeling the loss with every stinging sensation or, you stare unmoving, long and hard at the broken pieces. Nothing can prepare you for that split second reaction. You either grieve or you don’t…

The above image is courtesy of: Campus health.unc

Hands of Time

Hands of Time

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If I could turn back the hands of time,
And take your place, I’ll give it all
To be the one beyond the glass,
Instead of watching your life flutter past;
Insanity wrecked It’s havoc on me,
When I realized you were lying still.
To turn back the hands of time would be wrong
For destiny’s written by The Greatest who’s sure
Although I tried to keep your head afloat,
And held your hand so you won’t let go;
But there’s only so much a rope can hold,
Before eventually, it tethers and falls;
You said you gave up, I forgot you lie,
And now here I watch the pills take your life;
And I hate to admit in the end they won,
I’m left understanding, the fact, you’re gone.

If I could turn back the time, but I can’t,
And the ifs and could-haves keep me up at night;
And I pray wherever your soul maybe,
Your nights are much better than mine.

Day 2 of October Poetry Writing Month. The prompt is “write cinematically“, unfortunately, it was a tough prompt for me and this is all I could come up with.   IMAGE CREDIT: Vision.org

The universe raged-

The universe raged-

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The waves raged,
Against the shore;
The earth crackled,
To exult it’s force;
Thunder roaring,
At crack of light;
The universe in uproar,
At your demise.

They raged for you-
Your light, dimmed;
Growling fiercely,
In different manners;
I pled to you,
rage against death;
The universe answered,
And raged instead.

The wind howled,
Tree leaves shuddered;
Rain fall splattered,
In angry retort;
The universe begged
For you to fight;
A final glance,
I knew you were gone.
The universe roared…

IMAGE CREDIT: the beautiful image above is courtesy of  Political metaphors.com

Left to Mourn-

Left to Mourn-

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In the blink of a second,
It creeps on us;
We watch unsuspecting,
It draws what it wants;
Our chest, tightens
Our eyes, widened
Our hands, trembling
The soul- it’s gone.
Lying lifeless,
In front of us;
The new victim
Of death, departs.
And we stare and we watch,
And we cant, stop it’s work;
Cause their time, it’s up
As we watch, they’re gone.
In the blink of a second,
Death snatches the next;
Departs with the soul,
We’re left to mourn.

A dark cloud hovers,
In the silence of a sec;
We hope she’s sleeping,
But we know, she’s gone;
And lightning cracks
And thunder roars
If you’re lucky,
You mourn,
With flowing water works.
If not, you stare numb,
At the lifeless body;
Chest constricted,
As you phantom what’s happening.
Lifeless, a piece of-
Our heart is gone.
Their soul departs
We’re left to mourn.

I got the news that someone close to my heart, who took care of me as a kid has passed on. She is just in her late thirties and has such a big heart. I never got to say goodbye, but the memories I have of her and the amazing family of four children she’s left behind, I will forever treasure. May Al-jannat Firdaus be your final abode. Heaven is calling, we can’t say no to that.