Shahzia Batool

Bronze Star - 2,258 Points (Pakistan)

My Scattered Thoughts Xi - Poem by Shahzia Batool

...well, you know what! ! !
I could never befriend with the blowing breeze
as I don't know
why she has grudges against me
may be, for I keep covering the candle
of hope
shading it by my own both hands to keep it lit,
burning and lighting,
killing the dense darkness by a tiny flame...
her scary blows terrify me while making me so strong...
This mortal life does not recycle
here seasons come but ONCE...
All this while I've been daring to touch the fire
Which turned into a pyre
Though I took it as a light…
and got my fingers burnt
Neither a matter of right and wrong
nor any crime and sin
But…an error of judgment..
And you see it will be difficult to write a poem
With those raw fingers
Which seem to have lost the connection
Where they used to receive
The signals from my soul…
As if the vital cord is at peril of being broken
What if you let the lamp getting extinguished
But when it starts getting dimmer and dimmer
you pour some more oil to keep it alive and lighted
see, what you have done
have a look at the fruit of your kind concerns
it dares to give
some more old light to the world
yes, it is lighting now
from a mere dying flicker
to a high flame! ! !

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Ramesh Rai bhayya, Aswath Raman (lil bro) , Geetha Jayakumar...thank you for your concerns and gem-words; R.K.Das ji, Ms. Valsa George and Indira babbellapati, Tribhawan Kaul (bhajaan) , La Soaphia, Parul Rastogi, Neela, Dinesh ji, and the passionate reader... thank you for your kind wishes...and for pouring some oil to the dying lamp...


Comments about My Scattered Thoughts Xi by Shahzia Batool

  • Amitava Sur (1/10/2014 11:32:00 PM)

    It's a nice write, drawing the picture of our life as a candle light with so many discomforts... but still trying to keep it alight...... nice penning.
    You can read my poem Mortal life & give your feelings
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  • (12/20/2013 2:00:00 AM)

    insha'iya. nice work. may i say,
    admi, admi ki sunta hy.
    ye hi to sehr hy, swera hy.
    a beautiful poem to read.
    if you like music and abida parween. listen 'jee chahay'.
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  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (12/18/2013 10:05:00 AM)

    There is hardly a brighter light that the light of hope. Well done my friend! (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (12/17/2013 2:09:00 PM)

    I enjoyed this poem, it is very deep why do we keep our candles glowing and the oil if our little flame alive? Who knows maybe God if there s a Go but I do believe in the soul I suppose find out when my little light leave the world. BB: O) (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (12/10/2013 4:58:00 AM)

    very good concept...breeze / lamp... but the beginning of the poem should have been better as you are a better poet..and after the 9th line, i think, the thought disconnected.. however, your poetry rocks..i love them... (Report) Reply

  • (12/9/2013 2:29:00 AM)

    am excellent poem.............enjoyed it.... (Report) Reply

  • Sallam Yassin (12/8/2013 5:06:00 PM)

    Let no hope extinguished in hearts
    Put thousand candles
    In Burning
    At the niche of love
    As lit for hope in hearts
    Your scattered thoughts are
    Scattered light in dark
    As dawn
    For hope
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  • Valerie Dohren (12/7/2013 5:26:00 PM)

    I am sure you are not a dying lamp Shahzia - we all feel like this from time to time, indeed I have felt 'extinguished' for some time now. But flames have a habit of rekindling, so keep it going. (Report) Reply

  • (12/7/2013 9:58:00 AM)

    The lamp glowing within
    no wind can ever touch
    hands stronger than winds
    shielding it for eternity...
    Keep glowing!
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  • (12/7/2013 9:50:00 AM)

    Keep the lamp glowing,'s within you...guard it! (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (12/6/2013 2:48:00 PM)

    a beautiful write Shahzia enjoyed the read (Report) Reply

  • Tribhawan Kaul (12/6/2013 4:43:00 AM)

    may be, for I keep covering the candle
    of hope
    shading it by my own both hands to keep it lit,
    burning and lighting, .....That should be the spirit Shazia. Hope sustains us. Our actions are always reactions to the actions of others. A poet at lease brings out the feeling of getting let down or getting ecstatic, , think of whose who suppress their feelings and the resultant sufferings.
    But when it starts getting dimmer and dimmer
    you pour some more oil to keep it alive and is the same hope which keep pouring the oil. So one has to believe in oneself.
    Coming to the poem, this one is the best one of all the scattered thoughts I have read till date.. The flow, the tone, the feelings expressed is quire mesmerizing.
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  • Geetha Jayakumar (12/5/2013 9:58:00 AM)

    Welcome back Shahzia!
    Each drops of oil poured into your lamp from each of us is
    Nothing but our love for you.
    Let not your thoughts be scattered again,
    Combine all thoughts into one,
    One light...
    Let that one light grow into a blazing flame.
    God Bless You!
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  • Valsa George (12/5/2013 7:06:00 AM)

    From a dying flicker, let it grow into a blazing flame! Welcome back Shahzia! ! (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (12/5/2013 6:08:00 AM)

    What I am happy about is that Shahziaji, you are back here and we the rest of the 'slowly burning candles' welcome you back to the family of PH.
    As for the theme of the poem, I cannot comment much on your veiled pessimism and whenever there is a pyre readied by someone you alone need not lie on it and the need of the hour is a stronger Shahzia realising the potential of her mind that can swim across the mortal life with nothing to succeed in fact. The milieu of humanity has an edge over the rest and it has to tide over things apparently traumatizing now and then.
    Shahzia back is big news and with our little containers of that magical oil ready to bend over you you have to burn ahead dear lamp... All the best Shahzia the Lamp! Forgotten... here is a 10 for you.
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  • (12/5/2013 2:28:00 AM)

    the poem starts with a 'flicker' and concludes with a 'flame' wind flow can extinguish the flow of the creative flame, , that lights eternally in your live-wire creativity, , , , the poem is so symbolical, , , there are some beautiful twist and turns in the poem, , fire, , turned into pyre, , raw finger..the image of candle, , are images which linger in my mind much after i read the poem, , , thanx (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (12/4/2013 9:37:00 PM)

    This mortal life does not recycle
    here seasons come but ONCE...
    Truth of life embedded in the lines. Nice to see your scattered thoughts coming back. I saw some comments from other poets and did not know what was happening. I searched here and searched there. Let my friend be strong to face whatever it may be. With best wishes. Tirupathi.
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  • Ramesh Rai (12/4/2013 9:06:00 PM)

    Delighted to see your new post as if a withered flower got its freshness. it is natural if you are going to enlighten the candle of hope and give shade to the flame your finger may get burnt. it is natural all judgement are not without any error becoz Mighty Judge is sitting above all. Man made judgment shall ever bear some error. I like to quote a line of my poem ' Fire without smoke action without defects are unexpected'. keep the candle ever glowing to spread thy light of wisdom, generosity, intellect, consciousness, love, peace, fraternity, and all good manner and to dispel the darkness. I pray the Mighty to bestow you more wisdom and strength to go ahead so that fragrance of your creation may remain till the entire creation exist. if you are not facing any problem during your action, it means some defects and impurity remains. A very grand write and soulful always. keep it up. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (12/4/2013 6:45:00 PM)

    sister! i wrote a long comment but it was blown up by a strong storm. it noticed 'address not found'.again i will try to recall my blownup thoughts. at present 10/10. (Report) Reply

  • (12/4/2013 2:07:00 PM)

    See what cruel people can do to you! ! They make you burn again from that little thread of what left of the ever-lit candle. These cruel people! Can they be punished for pulling one up? Should they be crucified for believing in that small flame despite of the hard blow of wind? I guess they should be. By being the light in darkness. A choice that could change a life.

    Nice write indeed!
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, December 6, 2013

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