...well, you know what! ! !
I could never befriend with the blowing breeze
as I don't know
why she has grudges against me
may be, for I keep covering the candle
of hope
shading it by my own both hands to keep it lit,
burning and lighting,
killing the dense darkness by a tiny flame...
her scary blows terrify me while making me so strong...
This mortal life does not recycle
here seasons come but ONCE...
All this while I've been daring to touch the fire
Which turned into a pyre
Though I took it as a light…
and got my fingers burnt
Neither a matter of right and wrong
nor any crime and sin
But…an error of judgment..
And you see it will be difficult to write a poem
With those raw fingers
Which seem to have lost the connection
Where they used to receive
The signals from my soul…
As if the vital cord is at peril of being broken
What if you let the lamp getting extinguished
But when it starts getting dimmer and dimmer
you pour some more oil to keep it alive and lighted
see, what you have done
have a look at the fruit of your kind concerns
it dares to give
some more old light to the world
yes, it is lighting now
from a mere dying flicker
to a high flame! ! !
Welcome back Shahzia! Each drops of oil poured into your lamp from each of us is Nothing but our love for you. Let not your thoughts be scattered again, Combine all thoughts into one, One light... Let that one light grow into a blazing flame. God Bless You!
may be, for I keep covering the candle of hope shading it by my own both hands to keep it lit, burning and lighting, .....That should be the spirit Shazia. Hope sustains us. Our actions are always reactions to the actions of others. A poet at lease brings out the feeling of getting let down or getting ecstatic, , think of whose who suppress their feelings and the resultant sufferings. But when it starts getting dimmer and dimmer you pour some more oil to keep it alive and lighted.......it is the same hope which keep pouring the oil. So one has to believe in oneself. Coming to the poem, this one is the best one of all the scattered thoughts I have read till date.. The flow, the tone, the feelings expressed is quire mesmerizing.
Keep the lamp glowing, shahzia...it's within you...guard it!
It's a nice write, drawing the picture of our life as a candle light with so many discomforts... but still trying to keep it alight...... nice penning. You can read my poem Mortal life & give your feelings
insha'iya. nice work. may i say, admi, admi ki sunta hy. ye hi to sehr hy, swera hy. a beautiful poem to read. if you like music and abida parween. listen 'jee chahay'.
There is hardly a brighter light that the light of hope. Well done my friend!
I enjoyed this poem, it is very deep why do we keep our candles glowing and the oil if our little flame alive? Who knows maybe God if there s a Go but I do believe in the soul I suppose find out when my little light leave the world. BB: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From a dying flicker, let it grow into a blazing flame! Welcome back Shahzia! !