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
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
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
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
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 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.
Fanatics we all are Me and You Devotees of life! This day is a war
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.
All that ceases to live, Do they really die? The questions of disbelief Are they really asked expecting answers?
When there’s this season, this season of innocence Let us play this game of truth High above that universe converse…
In A Maze
In all my stories, in all my songs In all the memories that are there for so long In all my verses of longing I find you and my love strong
Where Are We?
The beautiful red rose, The magnificent blue ocean, The rich starry sky, The opulent green mountains,
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'
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'
Pure and beautiful - it flies high above
The earth beneath maintains its shadow
The wandering minds never cease to wonder-
But I let it fly...
High, in the blue sky!