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Ayesha Tariq Poem
The sun set low
And my heart split asunder
The wind blew hard with traces of slow
Darkness spread around and pierced deep under
My blooming valley of roses
Causing them to wrinkle and writher
Poison seeped through my immaterial illusionary world
And caused my heaven a devastating destruction
Smithereens of cutting glass started flowing in my blood
Caused me to shed tears, which made my imaginary world flood
The night seemed eternal, the silence so bloody
Chilled my nerves with horror so relentlessly
Stung my heart with so horrible notions
O how I wished I could lose myself in a twirling motion
With sight and tears, my head rested to a weak slumber
Jerked awake the next morn with a head struck with thunder
The tears so mercilessly had intervened with my peace connection
To stay serene for the next few hours was something beyond imagination
O how I dearly desired the whole ordeal was just a wicked dream
But reality chases one even in a protective realm
Ambled I feebly with a heart soaked in dolor
To a room which I considered my treasure trove
Where I had hatched all my sunny memories and flourished in their fragrance
Where flowed swiftly my memory river with steadiness
With broken sighs and a distressed heart
I set forth to design a beautiful card
But relinquished my work before it was accomplished
Well aware I was that fate would not have it acknowledged
With uncontrollable emotions and a heart filled with desperation
Broke off into a million tears which filled my sea of emotions
With withered reminiscences and scattered notions
How I wept! With great pain I sobbed
As if of worthy fortunes someone had me robbed
My plight seemed everlasting, my love ever flowing
Through the misty valleys where there was no hope of blooming
Into long cherished dreams and sentimental illusions
If it was God’s ordained Will, then there was no solution
Except to bear the whole trial with forbearance
But I failed to practise that, and made undesired interference
In matters where things were already so bleak
But I ensured that my next few months were doomed to make me weak
That’s another story, I desire to abandon it for now
Sometimes later, so farewell for now
Copyright © Ayesha Tariq | Year Posted 2006
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Ayesha Tariq Poem
I shed a lot of silent tears last night
Tensed greatly I was at my ill-starred plight
My vigor was deteriorating
My exuberance diminishing
Life sucked out of my soul I was dearly wishing
So many obstacles, so many hurdles in my path to success
So many stones to trip over, fall, and get unwell
I lay down weary on the earth so hard
Like a crumpled piece of paper; I could go no farthe
I wailed and moaned as my heart sank deep
Dreaded what in future I would possibly reap
When I was sowing weak seeds, I couldn’t possibly expect
To reap a bright future which stretched out far ahead
But what could I do; I was simply helpless
When my vigor was declining, I had to rest
In a state of deep depression I managed to get some sleep
Woke up I the next morning with a firm decision reached
Instead of grieving and wailing all the time “ I can’t do it !”
I’ll focus more on fighting adversity the way it is
Instead of pressure of work, depression drains a person more
These things are experienced, I can tell you for sure
Instead of wasting energy in hollering and complaining
It’s better to utilize it for productive earning
In chalking out plans how to cope with obstacles
Deem over them and carry them out practical
Be consistent in your endeavors to fight back adversity
Lose heart if you will , it will eat you without pity
Keep your hopes high and your faith strong
Stick to the unchallenging right and evade the wrong
Work to the optimum and hope for the best
Whatever you cannot do, to God leave the rest
Pay heed to my advice and follow my words
They are surely going to help you, at present or afterwards
To lose the war with adversity is to never start it for the fear of losing it
To win the war with adversity is not only to defeat it but also die fighting it
Copyright © Ayesha Tariq | Year Posted 2006
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When the heart sinks deep
And gloom overshadows
The fragile gossamer of the soul
Lo behold!
As waves of melancholy, so full of dolor and agony
Sweep away memories, so bright and sunny
When the past prances sarcastically before the eyes
Forcing me to shut these outlets of reminiscence tight
When the eyes become heavy, and gentle tears form
Heart with irresistible emotions at once bursts with storm
When one cold bloody name echoes all over my body
My heart wildly palpitates and then evaporates suddenly
Strenuous tremors jolt my nerves from within
My breathing accelerates and my mind starts spinning
Oh! My sensitivity has turned my life all bleak
Pushed me into a hollow world where there is no song sweet
Where no birds chirp, no sun shines
But ugly, sorrowful and horrifying notions simply conquer the mind
Where there’s no life, but dispersed around are bodies all dead
With chopped necks and blood flowing red
And their souls gracefully flying all around
Turning the air all bitter where drown
My wails of anguish; shrieks of distress
Please someone rescue me! I can no longer withstand
These recurring thoughts, and this sinking feeling
The deadness of my soul from which somebody is peeling
My happiness, beauty, joy and bliss
In abhor this blood-curdling voice, which at me hisses
Feeling now relieved I am with narration of my ordeal
Though time cures love sickness, but mine has not yet healed!
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Copyright © Ayesha Tariq | Year Posted 2006
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Shattered soul; broken wits
Dreamy eyes , a whole world within
Through them explore a galaxy of stars
The shimmering castles of heaven though so far
The raging fires of hell, the burning souls
The evil temptations of the people who in this world play foul
The miseries of the starved, the joys of the poor go wealthy
The anxiety of the lovers apart , the sorrow of the dead
The mirth of reunion, the weakness of the sick and unhealthy
The tension of exam candidates, the delights of the newly wed
The torture of betrayal, the ignominy of insult
The wrath of the enraged, the feeling of infatuation
The misery of the desperate, the wounded feelings of the hurt
The astonishment of being put in an unexpected situation
Pause as I should, now to conclude
Go on like this I could forever
For to these things there is no end
Good- bye for now, hope you enjoyed my dear friends
Copyright © Ayesha Tariq | Year Posted 2006
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