Shahzia Batool

Bronze Star - 2,180 Points (Pakistan)

So Brief Was The Phase Of Colours! ! ! - Poem by Shahzia Batool

The One- -who never wanted to be the part of the storms
Though she knew them to be her only friend
As storms made her life worth-living...
The phase of colours was brief...yet it lingered with her...
Surrounded by the people- sermonizing...
She was in a fix for what to do...
What if her soul obeys to but her own dictates and not others'?
Her only request to the world was:
'Would you please go on your way and let me go mine? '
She longed for the time
When she would drink satisfaction to the desire...
Wild sounds outside...
Raining? She could neither see, nor hear...yet could know by the tears
Rolling down the cheeks...
A thought hammering...
When will the soul arise from the grave of yearning?
Never perhaps!
For she had accepted her being unwanted...
She was mortified...
Her last despair killed her
And none could save her
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The storms even! ! !

Comments about So Brief Was The Phase Of Colours! ! ! by Shahzia Batool

  • Heather Wilkins Heather Wilkins (6/27/2013 9:43:00 AM)

    this painted with beautiful colors of words. (Report) Reply

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  • Lasoaphia Quxazs Lasoaphia Quxazs (5/5/2013 11:47:00 AM)

    Remember I said what we keep our minds on, that comes to us. We cannot force anyone for anything, we have our choice to ignore the situation, and then they will go away. Very interesting, but this is the only way. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul Lyn Paul (4/25/2013 7:53:00 PM)

    A painful story told so briefly. I can Feel the pain. Saved for that need to read. (Report) Reply

  • Search 2 (4/19/2013 8:19:00 AM)

    A poem of this kind distinctly tells about the poetic perplexity over the universal woes haunting her... Let her still vanquish over the phases. (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (4/19/2013 12:02:00 AM)

    As storms made her life worth-living...

    Truly, our storms (trials) conditions and prepares us for life and living. Great writing. Enjoyed. (Report) Reply

  • Yasmeen Khan Yasmeen Khan (4/17/2013 11:32:00 AM)

    Our hearts are prisoners to our longings. It's nostalgic too as brief phase of colours lingers in your heart...very vividly depicted emotions but why ending in despair note dear poet? (Report) Reply

  • Captain Cur (4/14/2013 9:33:00 AM)

    A powerful and emotional write.
    The images, the gentle rhyming, add to the depth of despair.
    Yet, this is a strong soul with great insight and yearning
    and drinks the satisfaction of desire. (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul Unwritten Soul (4/13/2013 11:21:00 AM)

    Heavy and heavy! ! yes so brief was the phase of colours, so the grief it colored...
    even colorless rain will make us confused in it heaviness
    the noise and blur images...
    but thanks to God even how it fading gray
    we still can perceive colors and the light sensation
    in eyes and in heart..just be strong and strike it back! in life canvas_Soul (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Seale Kelly Seale (4/13/2013 9:12:00 AM)

    ...She longed for the time
    When she would drink satisfaction to the desire...
    Wild sounds outside...
    Raining? She could neither see, nor hear...yet could know by the tears
    Rolling down the cheeks...

    Shahzia, I absolutely Love These lines... Desire burns, especially within the storm... yet; in the rain, no one can see the tears. Great Ink! ! ! ; -)
    -Kelly. (Report) Reply

  • Robinson Robinson (4/8/2013 10:56:00 PM)

    so brief were the phase of colors... like a rose only is perfect for moments it seems.
    As storms give meaning so does pain and storms bring fear and the pain is real, giving meaning
    to life making it real also.
    When we listen to advise from all around us it will confuse us.
    Where advise should be sought is inside one's soul.
    lost in dispair, given up, unwanted with all yearning in the grave.
    Such a sad state to be in when not even the worst of storms pose no threat. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George Valsa George (4/8/2013 11:42:00 AM)

    Storms always rage in our lives. But after the storm there is calm. Wait for the storm to subside and enjoy the intermittent calm. A poignant write! (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/7/2013 2:37:00 AM)

    In fact this is about the women advocacy and poet has rightly brought out the problem or the life of a women, Initially from general, a common, 'The one then on second line though SHE/Phase of colors was brief yet lingered it(Early marriage youth lost but keeping it for) Surrounded by the people- sermonizing its a -ve terminology she does not want but compelled
    Then grief is always agonizing and then she was thought be useless, male in search of other for devilish satisfaction, mortified she is ashamed of this is the disparity she is killed by......A life of storm the life of women or a women's’s beautifully decorated with imagery and best depiction the art of poetess thanks, it reminded me late Kamala Das/Surraiya (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren Valerie Dohren (4/5/2013 1:05:00 PM)

    Don't really understand this one Shahzia (my fault, not yours) , but it seems very deep, and there are some great lines - when will the soul arise from the grave of yearning. (Report) Reply

  • Aldrich Suarez (4/1/2013 9:31:00 PM)

    she's selfish I think....nice poem and I like this part
    'Would you please go on your way and let me go mine? ' (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, April 1, 2013

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