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Best Poems Written by Atya Tasneem

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To Daddy

TO DADDY
FROM YOUR DAUGHTER



Daddy, I could feel no pain
It felt as if I was floating
I could only hear the beep of a machine
It told the beating of my heart
I could hear you weeping daddy
I wished I could I could comfort you
I didn’t want you to be sad
I knew you would miss my daddy 
And daddy I knew I would miss you
I was really afraid daddy,
I could see the Wight light, grand mommy talked about before she died
Daddy that meant I could see grand mommy
I didn’t know what day or time it was daddy
But I feel the change
I felt lighter daddy
I partly heard the beeping slow 
I also heard you calling the doctor
But I then I felt strong daddy
I called you,
I told you that I loved you daddy,
And daddy you hugged me 
And whispered in my ear
‘Fly my little star fly, I love you I am so proud of you’,
And daddy you sang me that little prayer
“Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep 
If I should die before I wake 
I pray the lord my soul to take”
Daddy that was the last thing I heard on this earth
I didn’t feel frightened then daddy
And then there was white light everywhere daddy
It was beautiful,
But daddy it was your crying bought my soul back
To earth 
I can’t see you in pain daddy
For years I have seen you go to my grave
At mid night to celebrate my birthday with a cake,
I have never loved you more daddy
When you kept my favorite sweets on my grave daddy
But daddy don’t cry,
 I am happy
Please don’t cry,
I will always watch over you daddy
 I will be your little guardian angel 
And daddy I just wanted to say
That you are the best dad 
And… I love you more than the world daddy.

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Oblivion

The world is a place of illusion,
An illusion which mortals would never comprehend
This is a place of vision, of submission
Of something they would never understand 

……………………………….

Life is drama, 
Without any rehearsals
Without any comma
Or any refusals 

………………………..

Love is another thing 
Incomprehensible 
Irreversible 
Unrepeatable
Unthinkable 
Another common fling

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And deatth                    
 No words
It always pours 
Never rains….

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The Peacock

The abstract hues,
The merging colours.
The confounding cry,
So regal,
Strutting with its head high.
The complexity of its almond eyes,
Never fail to mesmerize.
Its piercing majesty,
The facile expression,
And its purposeful stride,
They always hypnotise.
Its beauty never ceases to amaze.
And if it’s proud to confound,
It has a reason sound.

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The Other Side of Midnight

I had spent night and day
                                                      Wondering if there was any way
                                                       I could erase my seclusion
                                                       Even though I wanted several 
                                                        I knew I would look an idiot 
                                                      My father had many dreams 
                                                      But he hid them all like creams
                                                      Later in life I often conjectured
                                                            And questioned, 
                                                         My judgment in general, 
                                                   If I had chosen pragmatically
                                      In the end I would not have fallen in to depths of damness
                                          Falling heedless on my knees before love,
                                         I neglected the individual, who truly did,
           	 ………………………………………….
                                                    They say love is blind
                                                        It truly is…
                                                        I conjugated …
                                                      I connubial to a stranger
                                                   Leaving the one I knew behind
                                                                    …………..
                                                The prevalent mistake of my being
                                                       Of my existence
                                                       Of my small eternity
                                                     And I lost my sanity

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Hoping To See You Soon

Will I see you again?
I hope so 
I have so much to tell you
How I coped when you went
How I missed you when you left
Are you there somewhere?
Or will I never see you again?
I forgot you had to go
I thought you will be there always
Protect me always
But you proved me wrong
Are you gone forever?
It has been years
Yet it feels yesterday when I talked to you
Won’t you come back to me?
I have so much to tell you
So much has happened
Are you there?
I don’t think so
But promise me you will be there
When I come to you
I will meet you then
But right now I won’t quit hoping
See you soon and 
I will tell you everything that has happened when I see you again
But promise me you will wait for me until I come to you again

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The Empty Life

The empty life 
That hard strife
Ambition and the moment of despair
All the things finite
......and infinite
But not forever
That empty moment
When no one knows you
You hide behind that veil
Created as a shield
That empty thought
Thought to drive out mocks
You feel in the heart
Your helplessness on that day, that empty day
Standing in rain
Tears disguised as water drops
Screams as lightening
The sound of heartbreak as twig breaking
That empty minute
When you lost this battle 
But that spectacular sunrise 
That beautiful second when again blooming
You come out wounded
Yet again ready to fight
Even if death knocks at your door 
At a dark night..........

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Darkness Becomes You

Fearing oblivion
 is not like dying
you can predict it
But oblivion?
It’s mercurial
Just like the fog
It surrounds you until you can’t see
Oblivion becomes you
Until you can’t think 
This phobia
Is just like the verdict
Of hell and heaven
Where you don’t know
Whether you will get sapphires 
Or burn in fire
Or frost in ices
Fearing oblivion is wearing an invisible cloak
Or looking at a lonely forte
Neither will tell you 
What they hold
Until you just pick up the courage
To yourself behold
You fear drowning
Like you fear oblivion
both surround you in a labyrinth 
both offer endless 
depths and heights
but you aren’t offered answers
until you tire yourself down
and eternally fade in to dark oblivion 
To find answers to queries yourself
in an inevitable helplessness

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The Labyrinth of Our Lives

It is beautiful there,
And somewhere is there,
The land,
A big pyramid of human
As well as a column of foe men,
A beam of sunlight,
A drop of sight
When the snow lands
We feel the soft pangs
Of people long lost, forgotten and desolated
And occasionally of whom we remember standing on the coast
In our pretty, terrifying labyrinth
We forget the beauties of life
And struggle to strife
And yes
It IS beautiful somewhere..............

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Falling Skies

When snow falls,
They look like spectacular stars,
In the evening, they shine upon,
The hair of the maidens
who gaze at it in awe.
Such a sweet felling it gives
To be out with such a gift.
That when you tilt your face upwards
Your face gets snow covered,
Like the water lily
And as white as the sky,
Looking at it makes me always wonder why
Its softness brings beautiful memories
Of mothers hands,
It is such a joyful spectacle
To get your feet covered in  snow filled creek
The nature is always to be commended,
For its great work commenced,
Never asking why
It just melts 
and  shys..

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Remembered Words

Mom always said to me,
When feeling sad and bad come to me,
Now that she is gone,
Sweet memories shared, I have nowhere to fawn,
And yawn.
Remembering her little hugs,
And the tea we sometimes sipped together on the rug.
I know that history,
Will not repeat any of her stories,
The will of breathing just,
Comes from her remembrance,
The beating of the heart,
Just comes from her dominance.
I know that if I lie in defeat,
She will never forgive me even in her deep sleep,
But going on without her,
I feel like a bear without its fur.
The sun will burn,
And the stars will turn,
But I will still remember her as a brave hunter,
The trees will sway,
And the clocks will still run the right way,
The world will forget,
And some will forgive.
But I will remember you always,
And that eternity will be in many ways.