By Iqra Tariq · Wednesday, February 2, 2011
My soul is wandering
Incomplete it is feeling
There is a part missing
That I am always seeking
I don’t even know it
What it has for me
Will I ever find it
I don’t believe my destiny
Is it a feeling? An emotion?
Or with another soul a connection?
I don’t cvare what in my destiny is written
But may my soul be completed,may it be soothened.
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THE DEPARTURE
On cold lonely nights
I used to wander about
Hopelessly,heart broken,sadnessladen
With my body dragging my soul
My soul had always
Pleaded to my body
For a departure of eternity
But always got;”No,its not yet the time’’
‘’I need first to discover my family
Who were my parents?
Why did they abandon me in so young an age
That my mind my heart
Haven’t got to remember
A single image of them
My body doesn’t remember
Any gentle paternal touch
Nor my ears remember
Any sweet honeyed lullaby sung
No, you can’t depart
Stand by me
Till I meet them
Till I ask them the questions I have
Asked myself over all these years
Since the time I opened my eyes
I have always found
This world as a stone castle
Which protects the rich,famous and strong
While the walls keep those like me
Seeking a dark shade
To hide our faces in
The people inside this stone castle
Have their heart strands made of stone
They keep us away from them
And always leave us alone
Hungry,unprotected,cold,sick,griefladen
Poverty and hunger takes toll of us
‘’Can I work here?’’and get asked
‘’Who are you boy?’’
Having no identity, I unable to answer
Is pushed out of the place to get
Myself along with my painladen soul
To wander somewhere else as cold as ever
Though I am hungry,cold,lonely
I still keep patience and
Tell my soul to do the same
For I have still one little ray of hope
In my heart that I will one day
Find my parents no matter what happens at all
Days passed without any noise
Time creeping slowly away
With more moments having passed
I began to lose the only hopeful ray
My soul now stayed calmly with me
It had recognised that the departure time
Was very near and;it was
I found my family in a way strangely unexplainable
The morning was bright but
With a strange gloom in it
I started wandering about
Without a breakfast to satisfy my hunger with
I reached a street
With houses of people like me
The same sadness,the same grief
Spending their lives quietly
Time fled,evening reached
And a sudden recognition dawned upon me
The family which I had always looked for
Was always right infront of me
The people who lived in those houses
Who spent the same life as me
Who had the same feelings as me
Were indeed my family
A feeling of satisfaction
Drowned my heart
And happily my soul sung
It was the time to depart
At night some people from the stone castle
Passed by the place and seeing my body
Paid some pennies to the people
For burying the body which was
Although time beaten had peace on its face.
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MY POEM 'SHADOWS'
by Iqra Tariq on Wednesday, February 2, 2011 at 10:09am
Have you ever thought ever noticed
What thing you find everywhere
At anytime
Whether morning or evetime?
They are always around you,around me
I always noticed them,thought about them
These shadows
They swallow things into their depth
I was there in the pasture so lonely
Flowers closing their buds,feeling sleepy
Grass blades swang with the wind
Under the night sky lit so dim
I sat with my eyes closed
And realities a dream exposed
Upon me,as to what shadows mean
What great lessons do they teach
There were every kind of shadows there
With passing time coming near and near
Engulfing brightness around them
Certainly they had stories to tell
There was a shadow of a plant
Opening its new flower
It danced with the wind to and fro
Dancing happily; full of hope and cheerful soul
Then there were shadows of some puppets
Helpless,lifeless,moving with what master set
Dawning upon the helplessness of those methren
Who for poverty have to sell their children
Then a row of marching soldiers’ shadows past
Teaching to live a disciplined life,hard and fast
Dancing shadows of children at Christmas
Conveyed the message of careless,cheerful happiness
Then there were shadows tall and deep
Formed by the lights so dim
The men to whom these shadows belonged
Were struggling to make light bright and cut shadows short
The deepest shadows lied
In the depths of peoples’ hearts confined
Where every grief and sorrow had fled
To deprive the soul of peace and rest
Yet the greatest universal truth was conveyed
By a shadow of flickering candle’s flame
Light became dimmer, shadow engulfed the life
Lo! That was always there the death time.
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A RAY OF HOPE
by Iqra Tariq on Wednesday, February 2, 2011 at 10:04am
When the full moon shines
I hear footsteps at my door
I hear words being whispered in my ear
When the wind through my window blows
I put out all the lights
Light up all the candles
And see the shadows dance
When the flickering flame swindles
My body drenched in roses’ sweetness
In the darkness is about to drown
But one ray of hope still lingers
That you will be there for me once more