As Hearts Collide

Come hither, stealer of my soul

Let me bare your chest

Let me slice through your heart

Let me rip you apart

Show me what’s in there

That’s makes me lose myself

Every time you look into my eyes

Every time our hearts collide.

Mia Needs To Vent...

Okay so I"m back... Needed to vent maybe, this place has always been comforting.

So a few days back someone I liked, respected, maybe even loved cut me down real bad. I'll recover but I lost all respect for that person. Here's the answer to what you accused me of.... 

I've been accused of being contradictory,

Of being confused about my own identity.

I ask you, critic of my soul,

Does the bubbling water boil itself?

Does the branch sway of it’s own accord?

Is life supposed to be static?

The Earth unmoving in its orbit?

The answer hides in obvious sight.

Compassion makes me believe.

Naivety makes me second-guess.

Hope keeps the optimism lighted.

Despair brings out the pessimism.

I may be unsure in what I do

But I still remain the pursuer of truth.

I’m half done yet.

Not yet complete.

Please reserve you judgment

Till I’m ready.

Persian Poetry Passion

I think this persian verse by Rumi sums up my life quite precisely......... Here goes:

Karsaz e ma bafikre kar e ma
Fikre ma dar kar e ma azaare ma

Translates as:

My Creater is busy in taking care of all my affairs... So my worrying about my matters is only an unnecessary pain....

Beautiful na? =']

And I look on…

The evening has fallen
The stars have brightened
The only path I walk on
Is lined with newly arrived how thorn
How peaceful they look today
Socking in the wind, so gay!
I don’t remember when I saw them last
I shall ask the gardener, if I must
The smell fills me with joy
What a sweet fragrance, oh boy!
The flowers pink and white
Remind me of strawberry delight.
These beauties I think should be left alone
And I must make my way home…

Day 15 — An Ever-Green Poem

This poem touches my heart and makes me want to cry...

Remembrance

by Emily Bronte

Cold in the earth -- and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?

Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains, on that northern shore,
Resting their wings where heath and fern leaves cover
Thy noble heart forever, ever more?

Cold in the earth -- and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills, have melted into spring;
Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!

Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
While the world's tide is bearing me along;
Other desires and other hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!

No later light has lightened up my heaven,
No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.

But, when the days of golden dreams had perished,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy,
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.

Then did I check the tears of useless passion --
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
Down to that tomb already more than mine.

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?

Day 04 — Your Favorite Time of the Day

Late afternoons are my best time of the day. I'm usually on my own, savouring every bit of my long sought solitude. Keeping things low-key, I often indulge in a novel, play some soft rock/country music. This habitually invokes nostalgia and some poetic juices too. ;)

Little Surprises

I got a little surprise for Mum today. I brought home my college magazine and guess what, four of my poems got published in there! Poems that are now nearly 3 years old by the way. But still, Mum was delighted. And I guess I'll send some more recent stuff this year. =D

Haiku - Beauty

Beauty is old age.
For beauty is in wisdom,
which never dies young.

Surface Tension

Negativity hangs
like a cloud
enshrouding body
and soul.
Needing
just a ray
to break
the surface tension.

A New Life

The flame sways and dies.
A match struck to give it life.
It smiles brightly now.

Published!

My poem got published in the weekly In-newspaper magazine Us ( The News International) for the very first time.

The Art Of Camouflage

By Maryam Mirza

A crevice

in the vast

expanse of land

is my abode.

An insignificant

fissure

in the fathomless

terra firma

is my dwelling.

Search for me, 

if you can.

Impossible

it will be.

For I have mastered

the art of

camouflage. 

Yay me!!!

Equal Intensity

Love and hate.
Equally intense.
Yet polar opposites.
Divided by a fine line
that doesn't take
long to cross.
A single sentence
can pull the trigger
of resentment
causing emotions
to spill over
the other side.

The Angel

Her halo shines and glistens.
But her prayers they go unlistened.
She does His bidding,
abstains from sins.
And hopes someday He'll listen.

Alive Still

Alive still.
Heart beating blood
he stumbles
on the ledge
breathing dirt
and musty grass
and a scent
he had long forgotten
the scent of hope
of life
of freedom
away from the stronghold
of tyrrany
but it is a road
with daunting tasks
so little done
so much to do

The Boston Sunset

The leaves start their gossip,

As the wind passes them.

The mist is unsettled

as the feet swarm the area.

Figures in black,

with downcast eyes,

Keepers of a dark secret.

The stony silence.

The stifled sobs;

The tears mixing with the rain.

The dirt is leveled

and the mourners pay

their last respects

to the Boston sunset.

Key to My Heart

You hold the key to my heart

It nearly kills me when you're afar!

My life is only a dim shadow

And you are all the light in my universe

You control my entire existence

Without you, I'd be no more!

Moments # 2

A second flies by
and then another and another
but moments stand still.

Moments

Walking on leaves
I smile at the crunching sounds.
Moments of mute outcries.

Hatred Erupts

The mental abuse
inflicted
caused an emotional cramp;
excruciatingly real
as hatred bubbled out
from a once dormant volcano.

The Road To Her Dreams

The night was dark
not a star in sight
but her hair reflected the sliver
The sliver of silver
that hung in the sky
while the wind caused the grass to quiver
Her gown was torn
her feet were bare
but in a steady gait she carried on
On towards the hills
and the lakes and the vale
where all her dreams were born
She hurried her step
then broke into a run
then stopped dead in her tracks
Skin hitting gravel
Pain shooting through
blood seeping out of the cracks
She moved on again
egged on by her dreams
and happiness farther in sight
She smiled to herself
as she neared her goal
on that dark and starless night