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Umme Salma Alam Poem
Swallowed by the night rain;
I chased the light.
Though you knew I could not trust it.
It changes itself when it meets a black hole.
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When moonbeam was poured over the earth,
Wings adorn your heart,
Smoothed you away more than
The yellows and pinks of the sunrays.
Same the light though,
As the sun enlightens the moon ,
It’s the best light
For it’s the light of giving.
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There are so many voices heard and unheard in me.
I want to listen to the silences that are making noise inside.
You define me a “you” though.
One voice orders me to go,
(Or should I say I?)
Other pleads me to remain,
(Or should I say I?)
One bullies me,
(Or should I say I?)
One empathizes me,
(Is it the prime me?)
Which one is mine?
Or
What do I want?
Or
Who am I?
Perhaps I should call her who reside
Deepest inside my heart and have a walk together.
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The mirror that I held and broke it into pieces,
You should have it.
Or you should hold one piece of it.
The mirror that once gave you yourself,
A blood hunter it became.
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Ah! This world!
This Eliotic world!
All the Dubliners!
I went on crying;
“Let me breathe….let me breathe,
Please…”
Definitely neither suffocation is my destiny
Neither the driven depression!
I was exhausted of waiting.
It was soul-hunter!
It was going to suck my soul and refuse me.
Would the rain betray?
Would the rain betray?
A smiling giver heard me passing by:
“It’s your world man;
I am giving you a parallel world.
Good luck!
But don’t thank me!
It’s your anti-depressant.”
Ah! The utopia!
So long heard but so long unseen!
Aren’t you gifting me a smile?
Oh! Certainly “a” doesn’t make a sense!
Numerous is the magic word!
But …but there is something!
The smiles are smileless!
So then …then…
Only tears can make a smile!
This utopia is similar in lacking!
Do you want to know?
It lacks sadness!
This divine world is a million dollar deception!
The best indeed!
Being back to my programmed life,
I met the smiling Giver,
“Isn’t it your best suited life?”
“No!”
It was my turn to smile back.
“It’s all the same!
Whether you erase smile or erase sufferings,
I suffer.
We suffer.
That’s it!
But…you know one thing?
This knowledge is freedom.”
I smiled and smiled.
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Waiting for the last drop of the sun to be evaporated,
And the last bus of my day to pack me away to…
Home,
My eyelashes fluttered from piles of human to piles of human
Wriggling …
A girl with eyes bended over mobile and spreading pink flushed cheeks.
Had someone just told that she was the last beautiful girl alive in the earth?
A middle-aged man frowning furiously with floating head.
Who stole his happiness?
An octogenarian woman oscillating like an octopus.
How life was draining away from her!
A crooked nose with sunken eyes eyeing me up made me tighten my face.
Did he somewhere in his life dream of an unpolluted soul?
On the other…
A boy busily took his gaze away when mine happened to meet his.
How was he designed to disbelief?
A restless kid pouring the pinks and yellows of the sunrise.
Where is life going to land him?
Oh! Never will I know!
Perhaps the answer will remain untouched forever.
How many unknown faces I meet every day!
Do they even exist when they are not covered by my eyesight?
Is it so mandatory for these piles of human to flood into one quoted part of my life?
And stay just for a while and float away?
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One day it will be me…
And nothing else…
The sky will be me.
The sea will be me.
The dust will be me…
And dust is the destination.
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You never hesitate to start talking
And
I always practice the face of a friend.
You pour the smile of sufficient amount
And
I frequently add the necessary grin.
How can then something be wrong?
Somewhere there is a thin dot
We never dare to cross.
The connection that has its life cell
Trapped
In the bureaucratic language and beaming;
Let it die in peace.
Let’s have a stop to the painful throbbing.
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I am not a prince
And princess you don’t have to be.
We need not to live happily ever after.
A touch of anger is allowed to smolder,
Sorts of quarrel will do.
At the end sure come to me,
Take me away
Leave only to love me again,
To fill the pages of our own fairytale.
A new beginning in our own way.
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The darkness that soaks you,
Dedicated to your way,
It’s all you are gifted merely.
Be your own light.
Be the firefly.
What choice else remains?
What choice?
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