Biography of Mehreen Mujeeb
Mehreen Mujeeb Poems
Why should we suffer? Why should we pay? Why should we do this everyday? We are tired of doing this everyday
Look into your mirror And tell me what you see Is it really you? Or someone you cannot be
Poverty Doesn’t Laugh
Fill the rivers, With poverty’s tears, Only then will they be filled with innocent water. The brick that fills poverty’s throat
My tears burn ditches While ploughing down my face Flames of feelings still arsonise Even when else fell to dust.
A layer of tears coat my eyes To keep it from the cold When glaciers form They avalanche down.
God ignites fire He ignites fire everywhere free The flames spread wild Planting flowers jading we.
Clouds swirl They drizzle in my mind Turning dirt into mud.
Come on soldier. Soldier? Get off of your battlefield Let me take you to a place
The seeds you plant in your heart Grow into flowers and thorns Plant your seeds with good intentions So your intention is born
Rain O Rain
Lightening sparkles in the clouds As it pierces through the misty sky The deafening thunder ignites the darkness As the winds begin to cry
Behind The Picture And Its Frame
The fire in his eyes, The anger in his teeth; Is not real.
You were in your car You saw a car crash There you sat Took your seat belt off.
Love is carried as a burden As a load tied around your back You expect your lover to carry your load And trip in all your cracks.
Needles On Fire
A star’s shine Is like a bouquet of ignited needles Our eyes are sewn by cross stitching Yet the needles do not pierce them.
One Man Army
Her armour is strong,
But you don’t see the strength within.
She fights her battles like lightening
But off the battlefield
Her tears melt her armour
She sheds more tears than she sees,
But on the battlefield,
Her eyes are a desert