Biography of Husna Amin
Life is such a beautifully woven story that unravels itself slowly in it's unique way...I am learning...everyday! And the whole process of knowing and learning leaves me wanting to know more. Poetry nourishes my mind and teaches me how to love! Every little thing around me has a story...since it is an impossible task to know all, I am trying to understand the little I can. My world consists of 'my people' and 'my imagination'...I can fly...I am lucky! !
Husna Amin Poems
Let Love Grow
In the darkest hours of insanity, When the living-with-a-heart, loses control Every action turns into a ruthless killing of the self And, in the darkest hours, the soul, do they shout in pain?
The Divine Intervention
In your soft hands I keep mine, Holding the tiny fingers I feel divine. Have I ever told you my babies, you are my precious gifts from God? Feel my heart through my touch, dear little angels
In an unending space of undefinable beauty, There she holds a clean mirror... From her pen goes the unadulterated truth, She is an honest observer.
She sat under the yellow tree, singing hymns to life When rain drops fell on her aspiring soul She understood she had to continue singing the song As night fell on the dust around her
Love, The Flying Dove
The trajectory of love and the hopeless attempt to understand it- They call it 'the ultimate feeling' I call it a 'flying dove'
When there’s this season, this season of innocence Let us play this game of truth High above that universe converse…
I drink the magic potion, now and then And forget about who I am, now and then To seek a place safe and secure To forget about my restraints, now and then
The Tomorrow That May Never Come
Here and now I am Don't search me in your tomorrow The tomorrow that may never come Give me your affection, your love
Where Are We?
The beautiful red rose, The magnificent blue ocean, The rich starry sky, The opulent green mountains,
Fanatics we all are Me and You Devotees of life! This day is a war
To drown your sorrows in a honey jar Set your worries on the strings of a guitar Design a melody with a few stress notes Let your mind drift like the blue clouds float
The Bouncing Back
In all the ways we do, the sharing, the caring and the loving, Don't we always bounce back to the same frame? Where we are alone, seeking recognition.
Poetry is a love story in verse A love story between expression and emotion. Poetry is total annihilation at one point And a revival at another.
I flew from the barren land I flew like a free bird I flew restless in the kingdom of freedom The search knew no bounds.
Try to fathom not the gravity of the goodness of a sweet belief
Try to dive into it and understand you are a part of it -
That goodness, that piety, that happiness, that beauty
Try to feel it
This night and many more to come
When you forget you are faint hearted
And that you don't know what is it that you believe
Trust that song