A Star in this Vast Universe;
A Drop in these Vast Oceans;
A Blink in the Eye of Eternity;
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asma bahrainwala Poems
A Sudden Storm
The blinding light Of the brightest ever sun Suddenly shrouded By a thick pall of impenetrable darkness.
I am a well. Confined by a wall; Restricted by a boundary; Stagnated by it all.
*** Soulful Ruminations
Emotions, images, ideas Touch my mind Like a plectrum touching The strings of a lyre.
** (My first attempt at satire)
A mighty nincompoop The presiding deity seated on The canonical pedestal Sways his scepter
Winds of Change
A solitary stunted bud In a barren garden Of repressed desires Parched to the core
Who Is A Friend?
A friend is someone To call upon During times— Good and bad.
Words Are All I Have
Your deep guttural voice Sets each cell ablaze; Your varied intonations Evoke myriad passions within;
Beach (A Tanka)
Pebbles on the beach Pierce through our heels as we walk A mild price to pay For the damage we subject
Let Me Fly
I was born Free. Free to fly high And soar into
The bright blue scarf of the clear sky, The dazzling gold of the yellow sun, The cold, tickling drops of sweat (on my hot brow) Intoxicate me.
If Only I Could…
If only I could Go back in time, I would relive All the happy moments
Is Poet a Lunatic?
“A poet is a lunatic— Beware! ” This is what I encounter Each day.
The One that He Loved
When he saw her The very first time, All that he knew was That she was his.
The cursor blinking On a blank page, As blank as My blank mind.
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A Sudden Storm
The blinding light
Of the brightest ever sun
By a thick pall of impenetrable darkness.
A strange silence engulfs.
A sudden chill creeps in;
The wind begins to blow
Forming a dense screen of dust.
The wind gains momentum.
It sucks the dry leaves
Up towards the sky,
A greedy funnel forms;
The trees sashay to the rhythm.
The wind begins to howl.
A roaring thunder roars,
Alarms the mighty earth,
Rips it off its grave silence,
And shoves it into utter chaos.