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Blacks & Whites of Poetry

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by Tehreem Ali

makes us survive

  And thus, without his reputation

  A man’s life is like a

  Rock in a river

  Floating along the waters

  Unless he finds his own way.

  Rust In The Trees

  Come as you are

  With the joy with which you smile

  Come as you are

  While the storms run around

  Come as you are

  With the tears that never cry

  Come as you are

  With the heavy weight

  Of freedom on your shoulders

  Come as you are

  To cool down the fire

  That separated us, long ago

  Come as you are

  To paint a picture

  Of this colorless world

  Come as you are

  Towards the un-speakable sorrow

  Come as you are

  To un-leash the words

  That sleep beneath the shadows

  Come as you are

  With weaknesses that never leave

  Come as you are

  And sing the songs that have no voices

  Come as you are

  From the chattering of stars

  That shine without any light

  Come as you are

  To realize the foolishness of

  Our own decisions

  And when you do come

  Soon by the time

  You will be carried away

  By the winds just like

  Rust in the trees.

  Seconds To Centuries

  The winds refused to blow

  While I sat and watched

  Everything drip away slowly

  Still try to catch up

  On the last train

  That leads me to the

  Skies to keep myself busy

  Even though nothing is quite lest

  But a mind full of ideas

  And thoughts that have formed there

  From the cradle till the grave

  Take a whole round

  And find yourself right back

  Where you started from

  The spirit of the tress

  Always remains beneath the trees

  When nature gives us time to breathe

  We look upon the lives beyond our own

  The ways are ceiled

  Of how everything runs around

  And stops again, taking

  Everything with it to it’s depths

  The long days of summer

  I wish I could spend just

  Sitting and watching

  The sun as it sings

  It’s good-bye song

  Or perhaps maybe

  The snow would fall

  And come over to say hi

  Wanting to free the times

  That ought not to be touched

  But some came and

  Asked me if I had them

  Or did I loose them?

  Nothing more I could say

  Except tell the story

  Of the person who wished

  To have more time

  Than life gave him

  And all those years we’ve once

  Waited so long to come

  And when they did come

  Without us realizing it

  Turned from seconds into centuries.

  Seen From The Distance

  The things of my past

  Were never lost

  Neither were found

  The blurry skies

  Vanished away soon

  For the sun to rise again

  Running to stand still

  In the fast moving crowd

  The wonderful joy of dreaming

  Rushes forth in my mind

  But the mirrors that

  Reflect the images of reality

  Stopped me to moving forward

  I try to reach the up-most heavens

  Between the unstoppable rains

  That poured on all my defenses

  Un-questionable reasons

  Of the un-trusted fallacies

  Stuck on the moment of strings

  When broken, tear apart

  The live that I once

  Forgot to thank for

  I never say I’m alone

  Neither I fell leftover

  Even in the dark shadows

  For somewhere in this

  Heart that still beats

  And a mind, still conscious

  There lives a memory

  There stays an existence

  There remains a belief

  Of God who always looks upon me

  And never lets go of my hand

  Still puzzled I think

  How they could say

  They are alone

  For one soul lies in this soul

  And the only thing that

  Dies by the time.

  She's The One

  She’s the smile on my face

  And the brightness in my eyes

  She’s the key to my heart

  And the reason for my happiness

  She’s an angel in my life

  And the helper of my troubles

  She means so much to me

  She’ the one.

  She’s the shield for my protection

  And the one for my support

  She’s the root of my strength

  And the one to give me courage

  She’s the one to teach me wrong

  And right and she’s the one

  To teach me how to fight

  She means so much to me

  She’s the one.

  She’s in a way of heaven for me

  And the place for my comfort

  She’s the reason for my joy

  And the reason my life

  She means so much to me

  She’s the one.

  Sitting By The Fire

  Sitting by the fire

  Watching the flames

  Of the dying embers

  That burn so slow

  When the sun hides

  Itself away in the

  Curtains of the skies.

  Watching these seconds

  As they pass away

  I wonder in the

  Box of memories which

  Lies in one corner of my mind

  The memories, which sink deeply

  Into the seconds

  Which had passed long since.

  They are memories which

  Always kept me going

  They are memories which

  Are always lying in one corner

  Of everyone’s mind, whether

  They realize it or not

  The memories in which some

  May see themselves un-recognized.

  Memories that one can

  Always remember and think

  Of what a lovely time

  It was back then

  But sometimes, it goes

  The other way

  Sometimes it’s not enough

  To live upon just our past.

  Sometimes, we have to

  Live on what we have

  And push away everything

  That comes in the way

  Of our open road of life

  And perhaps we could

  Save these memories

  And be happy with

  Having them in that

  Corner of our mind

  And then these memories

  Could never be erased.

  Sounds In The Setting Sun

  Do you hear the screams

  That carry pain inside them?

  Do you wonder of the dreams

  That went forth in the melting skies?

  Do you still ask for more

  When others are left with nothing?

  Do you hide beneath the trees

  While others are left to soak in the rain?

  Do you question the ideas

  That left other’s answers un-questiona
ble?

  Do you find any smiles

  That once ruled over these sorrowful faces?

  Do you have faith in others

  While others don’t have faith in you?

  Do you still welcome your wishes

  While other’s wishes are turned away?

  Do you find it easy to decide of the grief

  That made the joy hard to believe?

  Do you sleep in the comfort of the mid-night

  That forced others to lie on hard ground?

  Do you expect to be respected every time

  When you made a fool out of yourself?

  Do you take the lives of the innocent

  That caused others to sob on the ones alive?

  Do you feel comfortable

  When others have been in pain for so long?

  Do you realize the troubles you’ve caused

  That made all your people poor?

  Do you rise up above the skies

  When others fall in the depths?

  Do you feel courageous among the leaders

  While all they feel is scared?

  Do you stop the blood flowing in the streets

  That made others give away their lives too?

  Do you still have strength when you see

  Others break into pieces in the thunder?

  Do you ever fight back or take revenge

  When someone tries to destroy your home?

  Don’t you remember the pain once felt

  And all the wars once fought

  To build the ground you stand on?

  Don’t you remember?

  Don’t you see the lines you’ve drawn

  On that same ground that was once so clear?

  Don’t you still see the courage you’ve sent to sleep

  That was once awake to push back

  Anything got in it’s way

  And that became the reason that these walls stand

  Don’t you see anything?

  Don’t you feel what others feel?

  Do you even live with a heart

  Or just the greed to gain all that is there?

  Thus it seems to everyone

  That indeed, you don’t realize anything.

  The Irony

  It never loses, but wins.

  It never slows down, but runs.

  It never turns, but goes straight ahead.

  It never hesitates, but plays.

  It never rejects, but turns away.

  It never answers, but gives way.

  It never comforts, but helps.

  It never speaks, but calls.

  It never sympathizes, but cares.

  It never fights, but saves.

  It never promises, but accomplishes.

  It never follows, but shows.

  It never sings, but has melody.

  It never relates, but bonds.

  It never decides, but solves.

  It never accompanies, but supports.

  It never sleeps, but dreams.

  It never imagines, but creates.

  It never wonders, but finds it.

  It never shines, but has colours.

  It never fears, but encourages.

  It never falls, but sacrifices.

  It never smiles, but glows.

  It never breaks, but mends.

  It never thinks, but believes.

  It never shimmers, but has light.

  It never occupies, but controls.

  It never kills, but hurts.

  It never catches, but surrounds.

  And it never costs, but pays.

  That is the supreme irony of Love.

  The Lost One

  You saw through the dark skies

  You walked through the rough ways

  You heard the low cries

  You felt the pain deep inside

  You lied on the hard ground

  You bore flowers into the evil hearts

  Your eyes reached every blood-covered nook

  Your mind recognized every image

  Of your loved ones before your last breathe

  You dwelt among the bitterest of all

  You spoke bravely among everyone at the time

  When they were afraid

  You controlled the hardest when you

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