Poetry Forum Areas

Introduce Yourself

New to PoetrySoup? Introduce yourself here. Tell us something about yourself.

Looking for a Poem

Can't find a poem you've read before? Looking for a poem for a special person or an occasion? Ask other member for help.

Writing Poetry

Ways to improve your poetry. Post your techniques, tips, and creative ideas how to write better.

High Critique

For poets who want unrestricted constructive criticism. This is NOT a vanity workshop. If you do not want your poem seriously critiqued, do not post here. Constructive criticism only. PLEASE Only Post One Poem a Day!!!

How do I...?

Ask PoetrySoup Members how to do something or find something on PoetrySoup.


You have an ad blocker! We understand, but...

PoetrySoup is a small privately owned website. Our means of support comes from advertising revenue. We want to keep PoetrySoup alive, make it better, and keep it free. Please support us by disabling your ad blocker on PoetrySoup. See how to enable ads while keeping your ad blocker active. Also, did you know you can become a PoetrySoup Lifetime Premium Member and block ads forever...while getting many more great features. Take a look! Thank you!

Read Poems by Sidra Firdous

Sidra Firdous Avatar  Send Soup Mail  Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below are poems written by poet Sidra Firdous. Click the Next or Previous links below the poem to navigate between poems. Remember, Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth. Thank you.

List of ALL Sidra Firdous poems

Best Sidra Firdous Poems

+ Follow Poet

The poem(s) are below...


NextLast

These Beautiful Ruins

Devoid of signs,
Clothed in widower gray,
Paths blank, mourning..
Above heavens clouded by nightmares:
Hovering as vultures,
warning of hailstorm:
Death of dreams
and silent screams..
She hears them..

And darts through the blocks-
empty as her heart,
calmly bursting..
Lips salted in dust,
Smoke filling her lungs,
Eyes drawn by curtains of fear:
From whom is she running?

Rain etch the ground-
as another of monuments fall down
Blobs of destruction,
pieces of wood and plaster-
like remnants of her imagination;
flying papers of unfulfilled plans;
hunger breaking as cups and pots,
windows as desires;
Glass shattering: hopes; 
Street lights prostrating under bricks
and air cemented in...quite,
Suffocating!
A ray of light so ancient, 
Drenched as she's breaking
under the weight,
blurring in pain..

Nothing left of the ghosts,
No one left of her stalkers..
Just the beautiful ruins..
Oh! but this pain is in wane,
for there is no shame-
in being buried under this wreckage 
To be smashed once again..


Copyright © Sidra Firdous | Year Posted 2016

NextLast

Post Comments

Please Login to post a comment




A comment has not been posted for this poem. Be the first to comment.



Back