Biography of Mariam Taufeeq
Hi! I'm Mariam Taufeeq! I'm in the ninth grade. I've always hoped to venture out into the deeps of this world and tread on those paths nobody has ever walked on before; to create my own path and weave an intricate web of my thoughts, keeping it safe in a jar, all penned down..... Poetry's always been a sort of passion to me, although I'm nothing but an amateur to it! I love to bring my feelings to life on the page, not just in poetry or prose, but in art. There's just so much about the world you can talk about, or depict the way you see things! I also find that instead of keeping temper bottled up, writing how you feel (And tearing the page up after) helps you MASSES. And that's the thing for me. I also blog when I have the time on http: //the-undecided-address.blogspot.com
In all steps of life, instilling a smidge of fun and laughter never hurts, but the moment evolves into something you'll want to remember! I want to do that. I also have a number of 'goals'-and yes, it would take ages too name them all. Let's just say that learning to grow up is one of them......! My fictionpress is http: //www.fictionpress.com/s/3115293/1/ and my On Parables is http: //onparables.com/user_profile.php? id=309
Mariam Taufeeq Poems
A Doctor's story- Into The Unknown
Every step on this dreary platform Burns fire in the ground, Sparks threaten to engulf me, Phoenix flames promenade my heart.
A Glimpse Into Me. (The Story Of A Despe...
The sky is calling The march of battle reigns And the clouds are shot with red While I stand
A Thousand Miles Away
The crickets indulge in nocturnal melody And the wind seems to be murmuring secrets; And the world is still and at peace. But somewhere, out there, far from here,
I can see past it all.
I can see the light That shines past the skylight, A million miles away. I can see the globe of the moon and the stars,
From A Battlefield
The wind howls to lament the sorrows That people are too weak to endure. The rain washes away all the heartache and the stains Of yesterday.
Childish Fancies- The Coming
The drops of dew like little water sprites, Danced on evergreen platforms In late twilight. They danced and danced,
Don't ever look at me, Avert your eyes, stare away, My darkness no longer a poignant call, But something to fear.
A Set Of Verses
ON PESSIMISM Riding my streamlined horse of a ship That turquoise perfumes waft away, I sail towards the yoke of dawn And towards the light of day.
Black But Beautiful
I saw her walking up the path. Up the garden path. To my door. She was like a ray of sun.
They called her an orphan, a vagrant, A thief, a witch and a soul With no purpose; just a vacant Mind, roaming the woods
A Set Of Verses
Riding my streamlined horse of a ship
That turquoise perfumes waft away,
I sail towards the yoke of dawn
And towards the light of day.
I sail towards the half-full moon
And towards the carpeted sky.
Only to fall on the brazen land