I couldn't erase those beautiful paintings
Which my childhood pasted on my clear mind
Still they are bright, vivid and reflective
And these make me obscure for I know not
...
Why you left me mom to sink in sea of years?
My heart throbs as I am going to die with you!
My chopped heart will never recoup now, mom!
I am still coaxing, my forlorn heart in disguise.
...
Zaieem Ahmad is a young and burgeoning poet from beautiful valley of Kashmir. He was infatuated by poetry in particular after his mother left him abandoned in June 2015. He is student of B.Sc final year in degree college Anantnag. He is also a member and a poet at MuseIndia e-journal and his poems well appear in that.)
Plethora Of Childhood Beauties
I couldn't erase those beautiful paintings
Which my childhood pasted on my clear mind
Still they are bright, vivid and reflective
And these make me obscure for I know not
Whether I am blissful or in deep distress
For these memories make me enigmatic
For all day I was free as sunlight
No body could shunt my feelings
Those feelings were washed with milk
I was not intentionally sympathetic or harsh
A myraid of beauties prevail in them
Which hummed for my peace and soothness
But now my every breath chases money
My every step steps towards envy and hatred
This is now mind boring and mind washing
But I get my most hapiness from those moments
Seemingly life is dull and inproper
Without those days of halcyon and beauty.
Great personalities don't get ashamed in doing little things.
Dreams squeezing through barren times let a person much tasted.