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Ramla Ahmad Poem
It's raining, our bus is on the roadside.
Under the yellow rooftop.
We are on our seats, seeing out of the glass.
Grey roads and rooted trees.
Absolutely looking like one of my fantasy.
Drops hitting the ground, pattering sound, nature's melody.
Why every scene seems downhearted?
Everything looks like heart broken.
Green giants are tired of standing for years.
Birds' frowns are telling, that they might have any fear. Every downpour is giving me a feel of dismay.
Maybe, it's melancholy of my own!
Copyright © Ramla Ahmad | Year Posted 2023
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Ramla Ahmad Poem
A cozy cottage nestled in the heart of a verdant forest,
an old chimney on the rooftop, puffing smoke into the air.
The creaky hinged wooden door beckons you inside,
and a flickering lantern on the front steps guides your way.
Vines climb the sidewalls, and a waist-height fence surrounds the yard, where patches of land are devoted to growing plants of all kinds.
Inside, the rustic furniture is arranged with care,
a countertop gleaming in the sunlight that streams through the windows.
An old kettle on the stove whistles merrily,
as a couch faces the hearth, where a fire crackles and pops.
A spot filled with my favorite books invites me to curl up and read,
while a side window offers to sit and a glimpse of the forest beyond.
Clear views of the outside and eerie silence reign,
and a hanging blue dream catcher sways in the gentle breeze.
Yellow fairy lights twinkle on the shelf, and burning candles cast a warm glow,
while a corner table holds an ink pot and vintage papers for heartfelt letters.
All around, shiny mornings and star-filled nights await,
and I run barefoot on the dewy grass, my dress brushing every dewdrop.
A flower crown adorns my head, and bunnies and deers and squirrels by my side, as we watch sunsets and sunrises.
Oh look, the sky is smiling and blushing; as if it's in love, changing hue from orange to pink.
And when the sky cries, tears falling on me,
I sit and help the earth to collect them, as we share in it's emotions. The nearby river sings a lullaby, and I drift off to sleep.
Copyright © Ramla Ahmad | Year Posted 2023
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Ramla Ahmad Poem
Some lonely days just you and your soul,
peaceful streets and your ruminating thoughts, push them side for a while.
Little walk across the path,
Siezing Simple things and painless scenes inside your head.
Just for trice world is beautiful afar from reality You have no worries nothing to hide or to show. Small talk within maybe you can find you or can made up new
Maybe can be on the stars.
Maybe can write a story of your's.
Maybe can fly too high.
Maybe cross oceans and skies .
And when you start believing it, Just come back to time.
Copyright © Ramla Ahmad | Year Posted 2023
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Ramla Ahmad Poem
Why are you holding tight,
to the strings of life?
What's so good about it?
Same black and white.
In mom's eyes,
love that lies deep.
My father, still carrying
those incomplete dreams.
Want to find that silence,
which ends my abyss.
Wanna see the next snow fall,
from spring to the autumn call.
Friends, whom i said goodbye yesterday.
There are many unheard talks on the bay.
Our sleepover is still on that paper plane.
Wanna meet them again.
Best friends from school,
haven't seen them in ages.
Those bedtime lullabies,
still in my head on yellow pages.
Many lost things that i haven't found yet.
And my pending notes that i forget.
There are reasons to stay;
one day, even they'll fade away.
So I'm holding tight to the strings of life.
Copyright © Ramla Ahmad | Year Posted 2023
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Ramla Ahmad Poem
Cross the road
Pick up the flowers
Tuck'em in your hair
Feel the breeze
It'll made you heal
Those sun rays
On your face
That little warmth
It'll made you heal
That cat at the side
Those galaxy eyes
Let yourself pet it
It'll made you heal
Those small giggles
See them with heart eyes
It'll made you heal
Let all the pain go
Let yourself feel the heal
Copyright © Ramla Ahmad | Year Posted 2023
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