Dad

For years I tried,

in the middle of the night..

At a lonely lake…

On a summer morning..

With a cup of tea…

Looking through pictures..

Going through your books..

Smelling your shirt..

Giving away your bike..

but failed to put you

in words..

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Emerald

On a snowy winter night, ten chariots were seen…

Who arrived to see the girl born with eyes emerald green..

Gifts were stacked to the ceiling by her eighth birthday..

But she loved most was the pendant her father gave her one day..

He told her there’s nothing as beautiful, the way her eyes shone..

So he gave her this necklace of gold and emerald stone..

She loved to explore places where no one’s ever been..

And got lost in a deep forest where every being was mean…

A prince came to her rescue and fell in love at first sight..

Emerald was his cape and he became her knight…

Soon she learnt to ride horses and then threading and sledding..

Emerald was the dress, she wore to her wedding..

On a snowy winter night, the prince declared war…

Outrageous, he killed everyone and left his princess afar…

She decided to go and see him, to hold and comfort her king..

Disguised as a messenger but wearing their wedding ring..

Suspecting everyone as a spy or enemy, failed to recognize his lover..

He took her life with a sword and emerald was it’s cover ..

A love poisoned by doubts, killed a princess kind and brave..

Emerald was the color of the grass on her grave…

Silence

In Silence I hear,

flowers blooming

and birds breathe..

How beautiful,

a journey

through the books

I read..

Gangrene

“As doctors we’re taught, when a part of our body becomes gangrenous (body tissue dies due to loss of blood supply), we have to surgically remove it.. Right?” he asked looking at the scalpel in his hand shining in it’s glory..

“Yeah, that’s right! Even if it’s your right arm.. Else, it will spread to your whole body and damage vital organs!” the surgeon kept his gaze fixed on the dead body, collecting evidence for the autopsy..

“But, what if it is a vital organ that you cannot possibly survive without?” he leaned over the body, placing his hand on it’s exposed heart.

“What are you even talking about?” his gaze shifted to the resident’s face, which was paller than the one on the table.

“Nothing.. I guess we have to figure out some things on our own,” he said as he walked out of the room firmly holding the scalpel.

“Well, God’s created this miracle of a body meticulously.. We human beings have this amazing ability to survive, even if it’s cancer.. But sometimes, we don’t!

Look at the sky, dark and hollow… How many lives did you engulf to become this dark and gloomy? How many nights I spent looking at you, shedding silent tears? But who will cry for me, if I don’t survive? No one.

My heart is my biggest enemy… How long will I hold on to a gangrene? Tonight I’ll rip it out and see what happens, either it will adapt or perish.”

He raised the scalpel to his chest as water started pouring over his head.

That night, the sky cried for him with all it’s might.

Knitted

Blood turned white,

Love dark and impure..

Knitted in my soul

Are scars I can’t endure..

-Hiraa

Mother of a son!

Two young brothers lived in a town,

Their dad was their king who didn’t need a crown..

They fell in love and married two beautiful women,

Who gave birth to babies in cradles that were golden..

The baby boy was an anthlete and amazing footballer,

The baby girl was a beautiful and clever all-rounder.

Grandpa brought presents every time for the boy,

The girl stood in a corner watching him scream with joy..

So the daughter-in-law pleaded with tears in her eyes,

“My girl awaits your love, hoping each time it’ll be a surprise..”

The uncrowned king growled, as his face grew red.

The other daughter in law smirked with pride and said,

“You dare say such things when you brought us only shame,

I’m the mother of a son, who will empower our name!”

Years went by and the athlete won medals.

The daughter became a nurse and fought death battles..

Mothers grew feeble and couldn’t speak loud.

The son was now famous and got lost in the crowd..

His mother was sent to a home for the old and sick.

She waited for him through years, holding on to a stick..

The nurse came to the home and cared for the old,

Her aunt watched in silence, the girl with a heart of gold..

The girl met her aunt and asked why she was there?

She told a painful story, no parent wanted to hear..

“I am the mother of a son and thought he’s all that’s necessary,

I forgot I was a daughter too, and so were Aisha (R.A.) and Mary..”

Forgiveness..

Placing his crown on the side table,

Listening to the Prince’s fable,

Kissed goodnight to the princess’s forehead,

Watching them sleep on the silk bed,

He looked around the room glistening with gold,

“Why do I feel feeble and old?

When I’m still young with valour and vision,

Why does my heart feel wounded with a lesion,

When I have all the treasures to give,

And I live a life people dream to live?”

Listening to the King’s silent pain,

A voice whispered through the rain,

“A smile is all you need to give,

To live with peace you must learn to Forgive”…