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Noorulain Ayesha Poem
"the girl,
you have listened stories about,
the stories of bravery, achievements,
struggles and fight,
but,
she receives every time in return,
"You did it,...Like a man"
she hates hearing this,
she wanted to do "more than a man"
for the society who teaches this to her, but the man,
which were shown as ideals to her
were not even humans,
the fierce beasts,born from the body,
they were calling miserable,
born from a woman,
she feels like no more her,
despites of all the fights, struggles,
and knowing,
"She was more than a man already"
she still feels like a miserable thing,
a thing, called woman,
because you took everything,
you took her....."
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Noorulain Ayesha Poem
My hands wanted me
to let them free,
from the cage,
created by my own self,
from morning to evening
and to no where,
I haven't seen the first ray of light,
which brightens a little leaf,
the moment of in between,
I haven't touched the soil,
and smelled no book,
its been many days,or months or may be years,
I haven't heard the little voices around me,
the voices of swaying of trees in wind,
of bird chirping,
and
of little child,
more pleasant than sound of some music,
I'll break this cage,
may be not today,
but surely someday,
to let myself free,
from the race of people
who wanted themselves to be prisoned,
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An open letter to the cage (The Cellphone)
Copyright © Noorulain Ayesha | Year Posted 2017
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Noorulain Ayesha Poem
you asked me about
the last December
the people,
moments,
feelings,
warmth,
cold hands,
and everything,
people supposed to have in December..!
and i replied nothing,
i don't have any,
of this December,
but
hot days,
full of warmth,
feelings,
moments,
people,
and everything which people,
don't ever ask about,
and then i realised
i am no more living
like those
who need some season
to be remembered,
planned moments
and people to be around
in some time,
and all the warmth in need..!
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Noorulain Ayesha Poem
do you ever have a day,
which never seems like normal,
the different one,
the one which carries no yesterdays,
which makes you feel like
you are,
no more you,
the old you,
the one which were you a day before,
with no burdens,
and letting yourself,
to flow in a right way,
or which turned you out to be like this,
the new you,
and what if i say,
these all are lies...
the day of 1st,
and all the changes,..!
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Noorulain Ayesha Poem
there are some barriers,
some words,
which don't let her to escape
when her feet are burning
from the place she is in,
because many times she don't feel like breathing
in the society of not her gender
you made her feel like that,
let her go
and tell her to breathe the air,
which is not so cold by the words of men
free her and let her to walk on the earth
which is not bounded,
where, there are no burdens
of being a woman.
Copyright © Noorulain Ayesha | Year Posted 2019
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Noorulain Ayesha Poem
I am tired of this world,
this place,
people,
the way they laugh at love
their eyes are sweating blood
their hands are like some knife,
ready to cut down,
the warmth between two,
the care,
the love,
two hands together
and souls,
that merged into one,.
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Noorulain Ayesha Poem
I am never tired of me
who i am now,
also i am never afraid
to bring a change within myself,
I hate bounds, limits and ends,
being you, they says,
but few dares to be,
The You!
the real you, the rare you,
even not liked,
not accepted,
by others,
I love infinity,
escape,
a reason to flew away,
I love birds,
oceans,
movements,
and a change,
like in some weather,
The "still" scares me
It is like
some ruin,
destroyed,
and waiting to be diminished,
and I,
have to bloomed yet...!
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Noorulain Ayesha Poem
I held your hand
in unconsciousness
as my eyes
were staring your's
and you didn't held it back
that's when my heart
told me to stop
not because i felt your hand
wasn't above mine
but your eyes
the way they stopped looking at me,
as something special anymore....!
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Noorulain Ayesha Poem
after all the windy noise,
i am the afterwards silence,
stillness,
in columns,
never leaving the place,
i am that little drops,
that fall,
but never break,
yet they turn themselves
in to a sweet melody,
the one
which warms the heart,
i am that touch,
which will let you grow,
and still smiles,
even when you return nothing,
but i am that rain too,
which will let you cry sometimes,
and disappear
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Noorulain Ayesha Poem
we always try to find our love
in other people,
not the one you loved before,
in the things that were never there,
not those places,
we search for replacement,
a person to love us hard,
things we suppose
will let us love again,
we lose them,
because the person is not same,
and things are annoying,
you seems stranger
in between them,
they don't know you,
things and people,
the old you is still there,
hidden like a secret,
you let it,
because you are afraid,
of letting go, the ones you loved before,..
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