So Brief Was The Phase Of Colours! ! ! Poem by Shahzia Batool

So Brief Was The Phase Of Colours! ! !

Rating: 4.3


The One- -who never wanted to be the part of the storms
Though she knew them to be her only friend
As storms made her life worth-living...
The phase of colours was brief...yet it lingered with her...
Surrounded by the people- sermonizing...
She was in a fix for what to do...
What if her soul obeys to but her own dictates and not others'?
Her only request to the world was:
'Would you please go on your way and let me go mine? '
She longed for the time
When she would drink satisfaction to the desire...
Wild sounds outside...
Raining? She could neither see, nor hear...yet could know by the tears
Rolling down the cheeks...
A thought hammering...
When will the soul arise from the grave of yearning?
Never perhaps!
For she had accepted her being unwanted...
She was mortified...
Her last despair killed her
And none could save her
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The storms even! ! !

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aftab Alam Khursheed 07 April 2013

In fact this is about the women advocacy and poet has rightly brought out the problem or the life of a women, Initially from general, a common, 'The one then on second line though SHE/Phase of colors was brief yet lingered it(Early marriage youth lost but keeping it for) Surrounded by the people- sermonizing its a -ve terminology she does not want but compelled Then grief is always agonizing and then she was thought be useless, male in search of other for devilish satisfaction, mortified she is ashamed of this is the disparity she is killed by......A life of storm the life of women or a women's event......it’s beautifully decorated with imagery and best depiction the art of poetess thanks, it reminded me late Kamala Das/Surraiya

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Valerie Dohren 05 April 2013

Don't really understand this one Shahzia (my fault, not yours) , but it seems very deep, and there are some great lines - when will the soul arise from the grave of yearning.

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Aldrich Suarez 01 April 2013

she's selfish I think....nice poem and I like this part 'Would you please go on your way and let me go mine? '

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Yasmin Khan 17 April 2013

Our hearts are prisoners to our longings. It's nostalgic too as brief phase of colours lingers in your heart...very vividly depicted emotions but why ending in despair note dear poet?

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Captain Cur 14 April 2013

A powerful and emotional write. The images, the gentle rhyming, add to the depth of despair. Yet, this is a strong soul with great insight and yearning and drinks the satisfaction of desire.

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Heather Wilkins 27 June 2013

this painted with beautiful colors of words.

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Lasoaphia Quxazs 05 May 2013

Remember I said what we keep our minds on, that comes to us. We cannot force anyone for anything, we have our choice to ignore the situation, and then they will go away. Very interesting, but this is the only way.

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Lyn Paul 25 April 2013

A painful story told so briefly. I can Feel the pain. Saved for that need to read.

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A poem of this kind distinctly tells about the poetic perplexity over the universal woes haunting her... Let her still vanquish over the phases.

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Walterrean Salley 19 April 2013

As storms made her life worth-living... Truly, our storms (trials) conditions and prepares us for life and living. Great writing. Enjoyed.

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