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Poetry

What is Left Behind…

October 13, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

Wet Patches on grey floor

Uneven edges with lined soakpits

Filament’s hand through wired edges

Light seeping through old carpets

Feet walking ahead of times

Catching hold of what is left behind

Orange-grey brick wall above

Glaring at me with minds shut

I can still see the window in them

Breathing fresh air like olive stem

Feet walking ahead of time

Catching hold of what is left behind

Cold tea, fidgety paper cup

Warming hands but helping not much

Empty packet of snack on the side

Telling story of the passing side

Feet walking ahead of time

Catching hold of what is left behind

Pen in hand, paper on desk

Matching shoes that shows unrest

Bookmark engraved with Shakespeare’s birthplace

Bringing back memories like cards with ace

My feet still walking ahead of time

Catching hold of what is left behind

Noise all around or is it sound?

Encircling my actions like blood hound

I feel so fidgety, all ready to pack

Is it my fight to get back

My feet still working ahead of time

Catching hold of what is left behind

From book to screen here I am

Back to type till my finger numb

All that I write bares each soul

Bit by bit it digs a hole

For my feet still walking ahead of time

Catching hold of what is left behind!

Poetry

Simple Act in Complex Relations

October 12, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

Every time I am born out of crisis

I feel I have become a part

The history of signs and symbols

And thoughts occur in mind

Am I head of those individuals whose

thoughts are simple act of complex relations?

These questions persists the records of mind

Categorising and correcting in non-linear way

Becoming Landmines of landmark

Hidden in patterns for here to stay

Am I head of those individuals whose

Thoughts are simple act of complex relations?

The answers that I see are barely there

For my perception may change everyday

People interaction make them more concrete

Image stay rent-free like its always a Sunday

Am I really head of those individuals whose

Thoughts are simple act of complex relations?

As I interpret the past and think how

most times how weighs more then why

People are common but the act it not

Two uneven ends that i badly want to tie

For I feel I am head of those individuals whose

Thoughts are simple act of complex relations.

Or, if and but, I am so through!

I need to reconfigure myself too

Narratives, emotions, actions, themes

Play with each other as if a game

They agree I am head of those individuals whose

Thoughts are simple act of complex relations

where words are friends, thoughts be foe

Running around mind as John Doe

Need to bring them down and make friends

Then peace be with me and lend a Hand

For I am head of those individuals whose

Thoughts are simple act of complex relations!

Poetry

Conversations and Human Fantasies

October 10, 2021November 19, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

Conversations with human fantasies

Are like those autumn leaves

Who know the future way ahead

They prepare their mind since spring

For them the sun is like a clock

And moon becomes the wind

Talking with human is a state of mind

Where the vision is endless to explore

What they say and what we feel

Is like harmony where the two tango

A nip there and snip here

Is where heart desires and mind goes

There may be no shortage

of options and opinions

For the world runs like a stage

Travelling along with time-yarn

Following the script of broadway!

where we all become actors we play

For time becomes recorded versions of plays

When rumours turn to statements

Expanding Horizon of human wizardry

Where cries of child pull years from heart

Despite their eyes’ innocent stare

It hurts oh! it hurts so much

That we end up fixating our glare

Our fantasies bring spice to life

As if there was never a better time

To hold on to sweet magic wand

With their own saga ready to explore

Reminding that human conversations

Are like fantasies of autumn leaves!

Poetry

Him through my Eyes

October 9, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

My eyes try to capture in one go

The yellow that his t-shirt shine with

saying the slogan ‘be different’

I so wish he thinks beyond while

His small feet drags on stoned pavement

Dreaming of dreams that are far ahead

I wanted him to do this and be that

But now I really don’t think so

For its really his dreams or mine?

That I see and wish through him

Is really right to do so?

for he need to live his life and grow

As I have made my own se t of mistakes

I do not want him to relive those

I want him to sit on his own nullity

Where he may find his own follies in prose

He can look through deep holes

And patch them up as he goes!

As I watch him walk away

Looking for his own lens and lane

I see him smile with his back to me

I hope that smile stays with me too

Like little pigeon that totters away

To find his own gravel and sand

A nostalgia of all that I could have been

hopefully don’t burden his soul

I wish my wishes for him

does not not end up scaring more

I hope I do not dream of horses with wings

And let him make his songs to sing

I can feel him pouring his heart

Through the redness of his eyes

I can see him see me up there

fighting hard to reach such heights

I pray I let you do what you feel

And when you look back you see a happy dream!

Poetry

The Sorcery in Success of life

October 8, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

The spell did not turn out

To be the halo that we all need

Casting its shadow that can affect words

With power and mysterious influence

The magic that we all predict

And success they had to depict

The fantasy that we try to escape

Cuts into the soul of reality

The wars that all fight

At the cost of surviving humanity

Are we too tired to roleplay dragons of dungeons?

Do we shed the frail life with sword of insanity?

It may not seem the right time

But I guess it never will be

Wizards, elves of human mind

They troll away the real we…

But filling apart the truth that we need

Turns out to be what they all should feed

The visuals we all witness

Is nothing but entertaining trikery

When we explore the pages so real

Hit each corner blind with beer

We end up sucking away their magic

The magic that was never so near

This supernatural force that affect world

The ring to which we all dance to

My rough place in this harsh life

Stabs the pain sharper than knife

This may be stretch from reality we know

But we end up agreeing with a bow

Every Tom and Harry feels the stab was straight!

The spell was nothing but logic

How much we get tired of wizardry

Success of magic lies in ‘no hate’!

Whatever sorcery ‘Harry Potter’ may take

‘Lord of the Rings’ will be to not be fake!

Poetry

Documents and their Discourse

October 6, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

Documemts that are treated as monuments

Bring in fair chance of discourse

To hunt for any truth in history

For solving such puzzles is mystery

screaming till voice get hoarse

While they chill away on ottomans.

These documents turn into discourse

That practice at many levels

Be it psychological, philosophical or scientific

They span through lifetime that is magnific!

Despite so many constraints for speaker

pouring from patience annalysis beaker.

Between a multitude of mutual discourse

Lies the document of experience

That highlights social context in force

Backed up by chain of knowledge

That allow all to connect with unattainable

Bringing in and making relations manageable

The documents of past traces the roots

Through acts, customs, buildings and books

Areas in society where discourse lives

Family, work, religion and every nook

Knowledge that flows where law dives

Bring home the emegence of a life

The documents that are treated as monuments

Connects well with chance of a discourse

As they hunt for truth in history

trying to solve further this mystery

They are rught to scream till hoarse

And not just chill away in force.

Poetry

Philosophising the Madness

October 5, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

Capturing this stubburn silence

Seperating those passing achievements

Language without words speak

Madness of study perhaps Foucault did

Breaking the confinement of mind

Reasons that concept of madness insane

Space in society that structures differently

Can it really experience true madness?

Perhaps it is an experience itself

That we can put into practice

History views this madness differently

Where death, folly,confinement and truth lie fully

Death was and is the crux

Where madness does not witness high

There has to be wisdom in making end show

Clouded by deathas the beast at the end

For humans the drama of man’s tussel

Is death as a secret that ia out already

But in madness lies real intelligence

since sanity reaps folly within

It is our own mistake to see

What the reason is in face of madness be.

Confinement is a friend of madness

Sometimes there is no reason to reason

The negetivity of it lies where like animals

We consider madness to have no freedom

Freedom in Renaissance is just a figment

For there are morals, duties and rights in imagination

So reason and its opposite go seperate ways

But fear is of value for it supports reasoning

From fall, madness has drooped to failure

The society shuns it full

Still capturing it to live in itself

Paves way to justify through art and Philosophy

Poetry

Keyhole to Own

October 4, 2021October 4, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

The key pushes me to peep through

As I hear the chuckle behind

My hand shiver when I put it back

Bend down and swallow my bile

Channel myself with narrow focus

For I am proud of my hidden knack.

Being Alice I could see it all

Magic potions to let happiness fall

I can see hatter being mad at everything

And see the rabbit dance and sing

I can feel the delight and their fright

They are ready to spread their wings

I can see my =selk as queen

Accentric to run while I peek in

Driving crazy the people around

Playing game of lost and found!

True to self I recognise myself

Ruling away in glory without a help

But if that queen is real me

How high or low do I get to be?

Hitting at other’s raw notes

Tearing away, letting the sheads float

This game I say is not a real one

Still ready to play till dawn meets sun!

The key that I push in the hole

To open all those close doors

Makes me aware where I stand

Far away or on this side of fence

Was it really a chuckle that I heard?

Or is it snicker from someone I hurt?

What I really see is me

Slippinf away in own nullity

Lost in my own pitiful glory

Forgot I too need to laugh

Jump in the same puddle I created

Lean on soul’s mirror and try not to be hated!

Poetry

Join the Dots Tomorrow…

October 4, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

Can I join these dots again?

When the broken links come alive

Trying to touch peaks together

Making my vision clear

to make desires flow ahead

For end may not be very near.

These dots are not in straight line

Still they seem to be in queue

Entwining like a perfect vine

For they bloom in few

As seasons simply pass by

From a low till they reach high!

I can see these dots circle around

Trying hard to touch the other end

Pulling at strings and jerking away

Sometimes breaking chain of thoughts

Striving to pick up the pieces

fighting the battle already fought.

My mind’s greenhouse can house

these dots of my own thoughts

Nurturing them to fruit ans bloom

Ready for the harvest sale and what not!

Even though they want to mouse away

I still want to let them groom

Other dots that lay scattered

For in mind they are already shattered

Slipping away from life and hope

High on mind’s narrow dope

Sniffing in all caffine and vile

floating in nullity with smile.

But we need to truly remember

these are mere haphazard dots

gullible and mouldable in mind

We can allign them for us

polish their rusty bolts and nuts

And enjoy the future they can find.

Poetry

Writings on my Wall

October 1, 2021October 1, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

Writings on the wall ahead

Carvings on that roof

Rickety chairs and dusty floor

Cling! of chairs in cashier’s chest

Pumping in all this adreline

My mind goes wild in uproar!

One foot after other, one step at a time

Hearing those sounds of thunder

In the pitter-patter of night’s rain

Warming my blood with caffine

I sit on the table at far end

Lost in my chain of thoughts

The blue shirt, a black track

That gren jacket and loaded backpack

So many forces all around

All eyes that seem to unsee

Those smiles behind the counter

Seem just the same to me

The mum who pacifies the child

That dad who brings it all in

That lost face and searching eyes

glares behind glasses that I feel

Uncare and occasional distress

I cannot ignore, how much I try

So much I see, go much I feel

As I pen down or rather pour

Away in my mind that I feel

On whiteness of paper i explore…

Occassional smile that I feel on lips

Lost in my own debries of mind

On this of black-white strokes

There is so much I want to write

My eyes that squirt through my specs

The heart that burst deep within

I feel so empty, yet full

As I swallow away everything hidden…