Wordsmith Knocked Mithi Poem by Fatima Zehra

Appearing to be true, but you are not you

Before me you are my star, behind me you are story

Nay! your heart has a god other than me

But its not me; yet its he, its not me and senses scream helplessly!

Empty trials, cursed feelings, you THINK before you speak

Like a gate you are open, Like a waterfall you flow

You kneaded pain, surpassed time, harnessed victory

Alas! fossiled love still tweets in chambers of your funereal heart

You spare; give space, You suffer and snow then you let go

You were gifted; streak of flames melted your waxy heart

Criminal are you mithi, Yet! love will not tie manacling anklets

Is your past so welled up, dazed is my mind

Yet, I am pulling you out by cuddling my arms around your waist

Clouds tinged in pink, the Sunset spills orange on the belly of sky

Waves swell; foster love, but on the coast crush and die

Extends hand, grabs tuft of silky forelock, pushes around my ear

Seems as if a reader wet his finger and flicks through the pages

Moistens lip with lip, the wheel is turned, winks and ticks a question

The need of time is only his arrival, mithi how many loverly gods more?

In sonorous temple, before what inspiring deities will u spread lap, lament, and beg

A chord of wave then breaks the flow, resentment overwhelms the writer

I candidly sidelined, did you? I never bowed, why do you often lean..?

Their pain is pain, what about mine? Does my pain sound as complain..?

Sitting on the needle of time, dint my artistic love teach you to rhyme?

I always was ripped, misused, tormented, injured by my people and time

None answered to the call of my heart, you suddenly came

Grabbed my hand, Ringing the bells proudly proclaimed 'writer is mine'

Exploring miracle, hug lavished satiny finish, voice swirled agonies

I wonder mithi, let me picturize your doomed desire

Hmm, Profit and profanity rumble hand in hand

Does his thoughts hover over mind? Any romantic notions still exists?

Look! the veil is thin, he vilely attacks, plots fatuously emotional traps

Writer mediates intensity, Wait! one who advocates varying truths?

Approaches scientifically, dares to leave futile fingerprints

Sucking theories to be preached, when hearts even don't believe

Bogus standards, Hm! sandy postulates, tactics and tricks madden me

Dancing like puppet, but in the quest of pleasure you seek my shelter

Crazy robotics, war of logic and emotions will devastate your peace

Hypocrisy? Your 1 minute rusts patience and flow, hours did he talk to ye

Detaching my shadows, I with my nib, page and pain will gladden faces

The fragrancy and quiet modesty of my words will bemuse the streets

Cuz its true, when one is serious others vaguely devalue one's value

Art and my literary wit will restore the lost company

Ha, imagination and rehearsing meetings will soothe the solitary shock

But I will not return, by then you will own a needleless clock

Heartless mithi! sooner or later you will realize

Then how will you survive the clash; the hindrance by your inner storm

Afterwards mithi, I will not pay heed to any of your silent screams

Return before soulful song of your bangles go soundless

And none of your poems intoxicate me.....