|I am a poetry and not a prose, the only lavender in the field of rose.. Bleeding ink ❤|
My greatest fears come
from my own thoughts
developed in the times of
darkness and despair.
-Shariqua Maryam Khan
...But then I realise that I won't cry.
Because I'm enduring the pain of separation from 'you' since the past 3 years; and I've cried a lot. Each time I saw you smiling with 'her' crushed me, but that each time you smiled I fell for you over and over again. I had wished not to drown, but your eyes are too deep.
There had been times when your ignorance pierced me, but the tears got used to it and dried somewhere before they could fall.
Now each time when you hurt me knowing or unknowingly;
I shed one less tear,
I spill one more blot of ink.
I cry one less night,
I smile one more time.
I live one less moment,
And die one more time.
It seems like my mind is insulating itself from the pain of y...
I find it strange how the words you
utter seem so insignificant.
Silence screams the loudest.
//My Very Favourite person\\
There's something about him that makes me love him over an over again.
There's something about his name that makes me adore him always, such a pious name, and the piety reflects in his face, his face literally glimmers and his eyes literally twinkle when he is happy.
There's something about him that makes me addicted to his presence, one day without conversing with him and I am turned into a restless swinging chair!
There's something about him that makes me want to give to him everything that I own, give to him every drop of love that my veins contain, give to him every single happiness that this world holds, fulfil his every halal desire, and love him to no bo...
//Evils of child labour and denial of education.\\
In the early ages of childhood, when the mind is tender and body is fragile, life experience the best of its moments. The morning starts from the colour of crimson apple and ends at the nightingale's lullaby.
But, the evils of the society has tightened the kids in the strong clutches of child labour, to such an extent that they stop dreaming! Dreaming about playing on the snow, dreaming about dancing in the rain, dreaming about learning in schools and dreaming about a happy future. They accept the failure and never dream of winning the game of life.
When a child is expected to play joyfully in the warmth of the sun, he is seen labouring in...
Dear Shariqua khan, 603306
Six Zero Three Three Zero Six
I see you as a great reflection whom the Lord created for Him
He has given you the mind you have to evaluate all your seeing
He wants you to know, He loves you more, twice as much as the others
A double portion of grace resided as he formed you in your mother
He has angels assigned to you to help you discover truth
They carry fire of holy passion soon to break upon dark fume
He will meet you when you cry out for help and bring understanding
Your humanity is precious to God, He says soon He'll touch within
Lift you up to higher heights and convince you the gift that's you
Reading His love on your eyes, Salvation is destined majesty soo...
It's grieving that you don't know the solivagant in the fields full of men.
Men- the one who mock, one who scorn,
Oh, there you'll find no honest ken.
There's a deep void in me, a hollow, a sehnsucht since long,
Little did I realise that my heart is my own querencia;
a home, where I feel safe and strong.
I know that I've written an adoxography, but does it matter?
Its not a rambling, it's not any random stupid chatter.
Because it is pure!
Yes, it's written with a pen, but sealed with a kiss,
Does it really account for who am I?
Because I'm merely an amiss.
I'm the prisoner of Janus it was his solitude that I stole.
No one but I can fill this lacuna of my soul.
//PEACE OF MIND\\
When in this busy world, where the hands of the clock are running for numbers and the pressure is at its peak, where you feel yourself running short of time, when you can see nothing but the end of your nose shining with pride, but were they merely your glinting tears of affliction?
You find yourself amidst the smokey air of thousands of thoughts. You find yourself at your own mercy.
What your heart is craving for?
"Peace of mind".
Even if you ink your thoughts, it feels like you are wasting your time. When you see your write-up ready afterwards; you see nothing but a piece of your time, now lost. You crave for that time to return.
What you need is peace! ...
How many litres of blood should I ooze,
How many friends and dear ones should I loose,
How many gallons of tears I'll have to drip,
For you to hear those words that never escaped my lips.
She was the night's only blue star-scared but shiny.
And he was the morning's golden glitter- glistering happiness with his smile.
She was drenched in her past-dark and tainted,
Built huje walls- guarding her soul.
And yet even after all the odds,
He came closer.
Slipped the key into her guarded soul,
And sprinkled sunshine on her dark wounds.
Loved her till infinity,
And painted her bruised life with all shades of love.
If loving is a crime,
Then my love,
I'm your criminal.
All ready to be put behind the bars in the cage of your heart.
All ready to surrender.
// ESCAPED A TEAR//
Mental agony and destructive despair,
Thousand voices screaming "Don't you dare",
Troubling days and grieving nights,
Darkness surrounding her completely leaving no way for light.
Millions of cries veiled behind a smile,
Thrusting against, her mouth is filled with bitter bile,
Jump off a cliff or hang onself?
"Save me please!" She screams, but came no elf.
Sorrows and memories choking her,
Lies and betrayal provoking her,
But she was born to live and not to die,
So she composed herself again, wishing not to cry.
Kill, but don't underestimate her,
Weaken, but don't make her blur,
She still got her canvas and will repaint,
But grey is only left in her palette, co...
They say ' your eyes are the windows to your soul'.
Well, I've been wondering if mine were shut completely.
For you could never peep paas them, and could never get soused into my soul.
She loved telling him bed time stories..
By his bed then,
By his grave now.
'And sometimes, just sometimes I need the nights to myself.'
I need to fall again for the starless sky,
I wish to love again before I die.
I need to rise again in the quietness of the dawn,
I wish to embrace my smile before I'll be completely gone.
'And sometimes, just sometimes I need the days to myself.'
I need to see what the meek caterpillar springs up into breaking it's cocoon,
Because I too wish to emerge like the gleaming blue moon.
I need to see how beautifully the sun glint on the dew,
Because I want to evaporate completely and start afresh and new.
'And sometimes, just sometimes I need the wisdom to myself.'
I want to read the whole library in one go,...
When smiles veil the cries,
It's when your soul dies.
It's when all hopes are lost,
It's when all love is frost!
In the golden garden of purple peach,
The strawberry cheeked lost all her speech.
The pony on the top of it's lungs strongly did wail,
For, from here, love won't prevail!
And the princess in all white craved for her love,
It was then the heart was heavied with sadness of the white dove.
But her prince rode alone all away on the silver pony,
It was then, minstrels turned all cacophony!
The birds all caged and the storms did rage,
The heart bewildered and the breeze all stiff.
The mountains mourned,
As the stars witnessed, The wolf jump off the cliff!
Dear Shariqua khan,
I was reading your work.and I must say..they are so fluent and smooth,,your choice of word selection and emotions attached with it feels so natural,unlike other letters where people just deliberately try to make their poem sad or romantic,..
Looking to follow your work more..
Stop lying to yourself when you say that love is unconditional.
Because the truth is, that you do expect some love in return when you love someone wholeheartedly.
He was not her elixir of life,
He was her horcrux.
A part of her soul..
//To the person who is about to marry my best friend.//
I don't know you and you don't know me, but what we have in common is my dearest friend.
I'm this letter to you because I want to tell you many things that are important for you to know about her and also to congratulate you for choosing the best bride!
Indeed the person you are about to marry is the most beautiful person, not just by her mesmerising beauty but also by her loving nature.
She is one of the most alluring and understanding person I've ever encountered.
She has always been treated as a princess and I want you to treat her like your queen.
She is a cute and crazy person but only in front of her friends, be h...
Whilst he was busy looking for the moon in a
'No moon day'
I was the shooting star he just missed seeing.
( Bad night for him, after all he missed the star that really cared.)
It's a chilly night outside,
But none matches the coldness of your heart.
The night is freezing cold,
But your wintery soul is frosting.
The night sprinkles snow flakes on the road,
And your cold words shower hatred on me.
The biggest difference is,
The outside cold can be melted away by the sun's warmth,
But the coldness of your eye's!
Nor can they see my warming love, nor can I ever melt your heart...
Just like the toxin whose toxicity increases with time,
So is my love for you that I gulped 5 years back.
It's demolating how everything feels so RIGHT when you fall for the WRONG person at the WRONG time.
I don't know why and I don't know how but I've got this very cheeky butterfly dancing with gaiety in the pit of my stomach. oh leave the butterflies! he has given me whole of a tornado churn!
I've got this very wonderful feeling that he's going to be a permanent person of my life, He doesn't want to loose me, And this means a lot to me! ♥
I can't find words to tell him how I've always loved him, and how i will always love him.
just like a favorite book, I've learned about his thoughts, his ambitions and even lived with him; his dreams.
I don't always tell people how much they mean to me,
If only he knew what it means to me to have him in my life.
No matter how much fa...
"So do you love him now?"
"Yeah I've always loved him, I can't imagine the day when I won't be in love with him."
"How much do you love him?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes it does matter, infact it matters a lot!"
"Well, I don't think so."
"Because my love wasn't enough to make him STAY."
After the tenebrous night, comes the sweet morning, opening the first bud and spreading the fragrance everywhere!
Everything is nascent.
When the first bird minstrels in her mellifluous voice, aren't you enraptured by it?
When the tiny pearls of rejuvenation glint on the mellow of leaves, aren't you just mesmerized by its shimmer?
Walking barefoot on the grass, when the dew drops kiss your feet, aren't you just elated?
The grasshoppers imbibe the sweet syrup from the dew, refreshing themselves and you just sit there, rapt, watching the quenching of nature's thirst.
The tiny glitters refract the leaves, the ladybirds are in gaeity and delight and the butterf...
It a pleasure to ready your work.
You are gifted and it is amazing to see how you unfold your thoughts and emotions through your work ...
keep sharing your thoughts because the world needs you .
And it is you who holds the power to make this world a better place!
Thank you for being you !