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I am many "me"…

Having a rummage through my soul,
My fermenting mind tracing any signs of me..
...

Everyday, I born anew,
Everyday, is a start afresh,
The older parts of ‘'myself'' are shed,
The newer ones are born in lieu,
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You say you are a writer…

You say you are a writer,
Then why don't you write about my eyes?
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Transparent blood…

Meridian of crimsons and vermilions,
deep and warm,
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The Beholder..

Soft trodden dreams of pure silk,
Against emerald background of shiny, young eyes,
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Should I make you mine?
Or dream you o' divine?
Should I be your skin?
Closer than a kin?
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Those hands were used to henna and bangles,
Those eyes flaunted in kohl and dreams,
Her voice echoed like wind chimes all over,
Her laughters could transform the deepest of spleen,
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Habitat of clouds was cheeringdilly,
Rain joined in the pandemonium,
To hail the coronation of the first ray of light,
That entered the mellow heart of a young lily,
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Clattering are the rambling thoughts,
Surging into my magnet-brain,
Which attracts even the cameoed-portraits,
That appeared and went away in a jiffy,
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That pasturage of penury,
Where scant is the grass of life,
Inadequate for every soul to graze,
That passes by this precinct,
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11.

I was already carrying within me,
That blasphemous flesh which bowed to demigods,
That blood which was void of any piety,
The pricking thoughts of all those thorns,
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Somber smiles,
Jargoned utterances,
Hardcore thistles,
Hanging ruthless dandelions,
...

Something triggered the process of death in me,
And my senses began to melt in numbness,
My existence has skipped the notions of time and space,
The audition is blurred, the vision is imbibed..
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Only dreams are visible now,
And my eyes have gone in the background,
Lurking in them are myriads of torpid, broken smiles..
My eyes could not hide them,
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I know you write to Charles,
The same fucking Charles who died ages back
But still didn't die…
Who left his madness packed in his bloody poems,
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Clouds form Smokey spirals
And I raise my heavy head
Like a scared child raises his eyeballs in fear
What the sky is upto now?
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I curse you Bukowski,
You ruined me.
Not merely your poems, but that laugh..
Teeth tainted with shamelessness
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I have never seen magic
Walking down the aisle,
I do not know how mysteries drip down
Like rain upon hearts
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19.

Smoke…

Again he raised his fingers to his mouth,
In which the cigarette was hanging carelessly,
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My thoughts get tangled in the galaxies above…

My thoughts get tangled in the galaxies above,
In the light of the remotest stars at the far corner,
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The Best Poem Of iqra hassan

I Am Many Me

I am many "me"…

Having a rummage through my soul,
My fermenting mind tracing any signs of me..
I am dragging my ‘'forged self' 'everyday,
My visage? my psyche? myseslf? where it be?
Obtuse to envisage the glories around,
Like a husband forgoes his naked wife..
Offended, battered, given everything yet overlooked,
Such forsaken seem blessings of my life..
How do I see beyond, the mirror house I am stuck in?
Mirrors all around, each reflects''me''!
One shows me devil, the other an innocent child,
Liar, manipulator in one, beast in other I see..
One discerns me, laden with piles of curses,
The other reflects me so full of scars,
One beholds me as an offspring of deity..
The other perceives me as a bird behinds bars,
One identifies me as a charmer, dressed in witchery,
Other decodes me as a forlorn wimpish maid..
So many a colours, ugly dull and dowdy,
Many are the layers, on a single soul laid..
Stuck in the dilemma, my senses all foggy,
Forgetting everything, this conflict seems forever..
Jekyll and mr. Hyde both visible at once,
Will my fingers detangle from the whirls of my soul ever?
Imbecile to dissect self, how shall I comprehend others?
Yet to know which is fabricated, which is real me?
These tumors of thoughts have invaded my conscience,
I have many truths, I am many "me"!

IQRA.

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Aleena 28 September 2021

I am amazed

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Hassan 23 May 2018

And her words captured the God himself.

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