Assumption Poems

This is told in the perspective of a young boy. When I look at my mother, I picture her grave, Untidy and old, Covered in mold. I picture the knife , Used to end her, The pool of blood, She

Yes I am a woman, Married and with children. And you say you are attracted to me- Well I doubt what’s there to attract? I am age over to be attracted. My beauty fades every day with my chores, My

Stranded between the faces of a coin, Despair and lost around landslide jolt of the Highway, At the place where I shouldn’t be, With a hustle I grabbed a taxi from Siliguri, I was coming back home from an intense

At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted

One look at me is all they need To assume and to believe There’s not enough of me The flaw is obvious, “you’re so short”, they all agree! It’s such a glaring defect that little else counts. The deception is

In a fleeting moment of your life you will make a decision that changes your life forever Remember that moment and you can see into the other future you would have led A memory of one’s self is a striking

The will to create and the wish to destroy, it is time you acknowledge, has never been yours to own, Because, in your vengeance, in your unmindful impatience, in your immaculate madness, when your soul turns to stone – You

It’s not just you, it’s also me. Why ‘s the all world tired of me? I’m not certain of my attitude, That’s the reason for distortion of my gratitude. I’m more random than a dice. It’s just six faced ,

One in love, yet two in a crush- Peering from oneself into another’s! Fall for or get by; all tears are a reality show- About care’s hollow amice of rendition! Riding chariots of audacity to halt the rash- Is a

Dear Journal’ The long day and nights are mine, my own time, to do with it as I will, as long as I am quiet. As long as I don’t move. As long as I sit still. Alone I can

All languages are just one word All life just one breath All waters are just one drop All sounds just one note All sorrow and pain All hurt and oppression Are just one side Of the same coin that’s flipped

Sadness mostly breaks upon the horizon it slips into its coma unless you awaken it with a light you carry it like a dead weight a burden inside you. push it all you might but sadness comes again. Let me

Meaningfulness of life is experienced by understanding the life around us A human being constantly remains heated up in the fire of struggles. that fire not only burns him but also melts him down heartiness and blaze are virtues of

I saw a place with a thousand islands Stretching from the clouds to the deep Meeting people with talents of grand Liberated together, not by a pity demand A picture popped through my head Filled with colors blue and red

Widening cracks, leaking roofs choked drains in the courtyard water logging and myriad such small things make rains a pain There’s no romance in rainbow I can’t shape colors of morning morning shapes my color: I’m the victim of my

Wake me up, at another dawn, When love rises high, and all miseries are gone. Wake me up, at another dawn, When justice meets mankind at the new horizon. Wake me up, when there are smiles… Not forced upon, but

I don’t like the sound of lies But I myself speak one or two With a poker face many times Hiding the truth through and through Still I preach honesty Like I am a saint and divine Pretending to stall

You seem to think there won’t be anyone else like you. Well, let me start by saying you’re dead wrong. There will always be others People come and go Just like the tides You seem to think I should be

Emily was a recluse a quiet introvert she sat alone penning poems wrought with pain and hurt a lady great I do relate I too crave solitude though in her verse she did not curse and mine sometimes are crude

As you walk the desolate streets No sound but falling feet A thick autumn mist Swirling ghostly whisps A chill in the air Creeping and crawling And brushing your face Reaching out to hold you In its icy embrace “Who’s

Make it turn back If it is falling apart Make it hold tight If it just slipped from you Make yourself worthy of it Only your soul can be imprinted to it. From the origin of human race, In the

I drift across a secluded beach. I feel the sand beneath my feet. Impressions fading in the sand from a turning tide. I catch a fragrance in the air, i stop to look in wonder as it captivates my senses

A hurt soul, tortured mind and cold heart an angry spirit, raging flame of pain and thirst to kill a heart breaking, chaotic lover with burning passion a sane killer taking spirits, hearts and souls putting fear in all that

Rhymes another part lies in your heart, Before seeing its noble birth. Strains beset like cascading blacken hairs long, Too soft and sense touching strong. Never let it assume slumberous maidenhood And fly fast to some distant wood. Stories, handful

Well and it’s once in a lifetime reinvention magic kinda like a secret superstition miracle of a the souls great salvation love found me just in time, the kind I thought I’d never find the kind that only happens once

People here and people there, Are living their lives full of fear. “Past was bad. Future will be worse.” That’s what I hear people saying. Thinking about their past, I see them sobbing. But my people, life’s happening now! Enjoy

My world came crashing down And I have been reduced to a nobody No one recognizes me anymore Even the dog in my street barks at me I am a woman with no resource I am a woman whose husband

It was bound to slip away, revealing more than you would have them know The farce so painstakingly layered to present a you even you wouldn’t recognise, A you, that you never intended to show. There is too much covered

In all appearances, his feet were firmly planted in our southern home town It seemed clear that daddy’s life was fixed and fashioned on the grounds of Dixie But I’m also certain, there were times I heard his heart beating

Dedicated to Grace Abu Khalid who made me love Arabic which is my native language Being fifty years old now I met my Arabic teacher somehow I guess it is the will of God Joining with Grace, I am so

It’s all a part of life………. Pleasing moments or painful days , Every night ends with the beginning of warm and comfortable day . Surviving in dark or living in the day , with the mercy of time every sadness

The tears were walking along with laughter. My face was roasted. The fish-men were moving the political wheels. As the chaos was widening, the humming birds started to depart. And the seeds were catching fire from anonymous snipers. The candle

Efficient and hard working gets appreciation Appreciation induces one to excel Getting repeated appreciation turns into addiction Appreciation in open may cease but it may be in abundance in silence When addicted , ,lack of appreciation in open may doom

Across dark thresholds sleep my dormant dreams, Inspired by aspects seen while I’m awake, Epitome of sweetness, my love seems, That nectar bees seek earnestly to take; A flower bloomed from primal buds of May, And nurtured in the sun,

Well and it’s a winter wonderland tonight by the light of a bright full moon but THIS IS NOT ANOTHER LOVE SONG oh no it’s more like a dagger through the heart and a ghost from the past come home,

Being in love is a funny term An uncomfortable, constant squirm. Life, longing, touch and pain Everything at once, goes in vain You can’t see this, you won’t do that And all of a sudden, what are you looking at?

Why can’t you see that I am love? Look into my eyes and you will see the two of us, Locked in each other, earning each other’s trust. Lost in love and feeling loved up. All those times you said

Why do we suffer? What’s the point? People are born with terrible conditions, live lives of torment and pain. Die painful horrible deaths. Why? Why would a God created such conditions? To teach us lessons? Seems cruel I think. Wouldn’t

The tight schedules in the office frustrated him to quit the job in haste Post retirement he fancied life to be a bed of roses with no Boss to make him walk on thorns He did not bother what position

I’ll bake tonight a rounded cake to celebrate the wish I make I’ll light my candles with the Moon and let them glow in nightly gloom. I wish myself a better year, to feel and see what I can’t hear,