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Best Poems Written by Khuzema Mithai Wala

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Ode To My Mother

And when I crept under your warm embrace,
Oh Ma! I got to know what the wide world missed.
That shining light of midnight moon,
Swept all over your starry face.

Your smile, to my life a boon,
My temple, a shrine, where you kissed.
Your eyes, the sparkly dew at dusk,
Your voice, the departing cuckoo's tune.

The furtive smile, one with tears that sneaked,
On homecoming, as lone cloud at noon,
True. Your tender feet hold heavens,
Blessed me, with those, first walked and slipped.

The roads you paved, with effulgence,
Took me back, on being brusk,
As sun, behind the mountains always,
At dawn, again your're young as rose whence.

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The Murder

The Murder

As I went into next door,
saw a fellow just dead,
with the blazing eyes expressing
surprise and hatred.

For the night was still young, 
and the sky lucid as never before.
I hot out of that placid cell,
which for a moment fell like hell.

With the flow of air,'
the utterments rose, every head
young or old, man or woman
got hold of that unheavenly event.

Soon arrived the men of justice,
Performing the folk lore of examining and judging,
searching the whereabouts of "scene of crime",
guarding the people from people themselves.

Just then a guy came cryin' and sobbin'
"Oh my dearest what has been done" said him at once.
Looked as if he was close to the dead one,
and yes, he was husband I heard from some.

Till dawn everyone were at thier place,
chattin' 'bout the whole night craze,
While the kin of dead sees her for last,
I stood right there keeping mourn.

And still thinking the same from last night,
"Why had I done it?"

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Rains of Distance

Drops are falling now,
As rains from the sky and tears
From eyes, miles away

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Spark In the Woods

I hold a fire in my hand
And the flame is you,
In the forest
Where every tree is you,
Walking on the road
Each brick is you,
Under the starry sky
The lone moon is you,
Hearing the voices
Nightingale is you,
Among all ill in these woods
All the glee is you,

Yet when I look for your hand,
To hold with one without the flame
Everything around is you,
Except you.

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The Might of Light

THE MIGHT OF LIGHT

Rise and shine, O desperate sun,
As the sudden call arise,
Remain in dusty clouds up high,
Till sorrows of night get aside.

Rise and shine, O tempting sun,
Let man be his own king,
Make not him befall for riches,
Forgetting his own ring.

Rise and shine, O generous sun,
Get the fodders alive again,
Them looking for smile with lips in terror,
In spite of dark array.

Rise and shine, O malicious sun,
Your common look with desire,
Be the rains of bless upon,
Nor any ball of fire.

Rise and shine, O mighty sun,
Pray your light boon us sure,
Those blasts away from your hailing showers,
Bring peace among them all.

?	Khuzema Ali

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For You

FOR YOU                             

For you,

I'll make ink of seas and write about you,
And shred all the woods to turn a pen out of it too,
With whole sky being my canvas giving a perfect view,
It'll still be pretty less for noting words all true.

For you,

I'll find a reason to stay if I had a 100 not to,
For our love and to the extent it has grew,
I betcha world gonna see the loom of love we sew,
Then let the cupids have it and do their voo-doo.

For you,

I'll catch a small bird and make you hear its low coo,
And when it has flew,
You'll forget your worries and what you've gone through,
That's all I want and I think you have that clue.

For You,

I'll hold up the worlds in hands and give it to you,
Believe me its true,
Even if I had rage of sun or sky up so blue,
I'd rather chose to die than to live without you.

For you

I can take heaven and hell and turn it into, 
An icy ball of fire mixing the two, 
None of the mighty powers would have anything to do,
'Coz they know, I know, U know, how much I love you.

For You

I wrote these words while I know the most I can't do,
All I wanna say that I'll be with you,
Through sun or moon or mist or dew,
As you are for me and I am made "FOR YOU".

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Lost

I ascend upto the sun
And bathe in light amidst the darkness
Around me, the stars;
But shining none
Fervid feels and freezing soul.

Floating adrift, shackles apart, afar.
Source?
Destination?
I'm truly unsure.
Is all this dry water or rogue car?
Should I panic or savor this bliss pure?

Devoid of love, sadness, shock or joy
Just fear;
Grim as the place.
And hope, bleak;
As bright as dawn.
Is this Satan's playground or God's ploy?

Distant yet visible, a tiny clew blue,
Scream, I howl, no sound escapes
Is this a parable dream, or the final transcend?

A venture to stellar hell or heaven unknown?

And there it is!
The beacon of life,
Either perish or go back to all that's mine
My way out, or illusion of choice?
One way to know, I reach out an.............

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Was It Love

You told me I was the only one
For you,
And here I thought everything you said was
Always true.

Naive, I was l or too much in love
Can't say,
But atleast I kept my promises
All the way.

Now I weep, I wail, I sob, I save,
Each drop that falls
Coz IF you ever come back to me,
I'll show my screams and calls

Every empty pen, each blistered fingertip,
Any frail page I wrote on,
They cried in pain, with happiness,
Until you were gone.

Now I see around these wretched scrolls,
I stand amidst 'em tall
One describes your outer beauty, one real
And me, an empty soul.

Am I to burn, or to celebrate,
These memoirs of our love?
I am tired much, to sit and wait
Help! Oh God, above.

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Matters of Mind

Wanders through the head,
A palace known yet strange.
Home to lots, not much of course
Wait for more right this way.

Cruel this world seems, of late
Lost; I feel, with crowd everywhere.
As if a leaf dried, that fell away
From tree ofcourse, is still astray.
Trace me back from home I came,
All traps those are of dime and fame.

The mind it seems too bygone,
Unkind percieved, I hate it much;
Feels quite alright, yet not of own
Limited, whence being limitless such

All that is known, enough is but, lust
Of growing life among the kin.
Should search alot these inks. I must;
Life is what I need to win.

Thoughts of gut, not matter now.
I seek, I desire the the apex anyhow.
Above that is of all that creeps,
That hides beneath, enslaves or weeps.

For cantankerous the happenings.
All lost no gains or gleam.
Thy giveth the hopes of ecstasies,
Next blink again there is all grim.

To might the pure I speak may now,
Fulfill all merry and need.
With bright in mind the seeds of love,
Hope yet He pays me heed.

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I Dreamt a Death

And then it started,

The dawdling descend,
Eternally unnerving, unending
With flashes of misty madness
Till the numbing temple hits the earth.

A screeching moment, 
Flees, absconding prior to being noticed
All holds up.

Force is felt, 
Crunching, screaming, breaking.
Cause has left, pain not yet.
It soothes and kills,
I've to just wait.

Skin paves the way,
Innards spew out,
Out on the canvas it leaps,
Creating yet destroying
The dark road isn't unlit anymore.

Yelling and howling,
Squealing, caterwauling
Cries for help in a distance,
Some for me, some for themselves.

A leg, some ribs,
A rolling eye, afar.
Soul to be next
Wait almost over
Death is nigh.

See you on the other side.