The decision!!!!

Picture prompt#Poetry contest #100 words.The decision
Seeing you again amidst the thick noise and crowd,dissolved me into my past.She was  me.I smiled but she didn't.May be my overused cliched expression  didn't entice her.She was with him,happy and excited.But too young to travel the Bedouins  territory. I had coagulated from bleeding dreams.And so did want her today's bliss to be tomorrow's  scream.She become the metaphor of that  moment when I did what she was about to do.I like an yesterday's  leftover wanted to scream to purge the labyrinth  of ages of agony which I and my Ma had.Holding back I tried her to explain..But she was me and so it was all in vain.Saba Rizvi  ©

Unreal me

That parting moment of retiring sun in the lap of passionate sky.
The silent ,subtle pregnant sea with emotions unable to say bye
The birds fluttering their wings causing symphony that's magical but dense.
And me standing beside the sea trying to hold it back with strength.
How close is this canvas of time which sketches vividly the portrait of my life.
I could see patches of wounds,hurt and humiliation in the myriad mirror of sea.
I want to disinherit this past which is threaded in the eye of time and smile
And enjoy the ephemeral moment of sunshine..

Prompt dream # 100 words poem

# Butterfly dance#100 words #prompt dream

When the night churns the intense darkness,
And the soul beneath the self starts to melt..
When one rehearse the ritual of sleep,
And the dream enters in that tranquil trance..
It heals the wounds the dying day has inflicted and crumbles the reality under fantasy .
It leads me to revisit my swaying desires and makes me experience the unfathomable happiness..
 But that mirage of happiness starts to bother me, it puts me to clamour.
Before it precipitates and  my dream paralyses,
I open my eyes with tears to give present it's due..
Picture prompt#100 words poem

Beyond you!!
Walking alone among many, uravelled all, 
I created nothing around me
Except sum of decaying body parts..
You morphed me into a clown who danced on your rhymes
It's good to be reborn and yes !
I decided to perfect the present continuous.
No more the owner of your opaque tall
walls or the handmaiden of your desires,
But being Me beyond you.
It's never too late and so tried my best
I sang danced and laughed
Without noticing the mock look around
Are they are not happy to see me play?
Or may be the dead peacock cant make a savoury display.. 

Mask of hope

'All is well that ends well! 'How deceptive!
 Can you harvest again the barren fields of past?
Can an orphan of situation be ever happy again??
Can crawling through corpses of aims and dreams, one can ever get space to walk straight?
Which maths do you do calculate that this sacrifice of mine will pay good in the unprecedented?
Hope is one word, a verbose of positive alphabets
Time sheds each letter and unmasked reality encounters.
So snap out this delusion and mask of 'all is well'
Nothing becomes the same
We just get accustomed to the time frame.

Corona qahar part 2

Yeh kaisa marz hai jisne hame kya se kya bana diya
Darwaza khol ke" aiyeye !"yeh kehna bhula diya
Behisi aise a gae hai muskurate nhi ab to
Bacha ke nazre nikal jate hain bad akhlaq aisa bana diya
Mohabbat khud se bus karna na koye pass aye ab
Har ak shaks ko acchuut ka darja dila diya
Ab to darr lagne laga hai in aabo hawa se aise
Zindagi maut ke darwaze pe khadi ho subah se sham tak  jaise.

The unsung cries

Out of the sea, thrown back by the wave,  These unfortunate shells lying on the  shore Leaving them forever to ultimately get buried.  I picked up one and looked it closely.  The same cursed fate doesnt these migrant share?  Thrown out of place, without love and care With no hand to support and no one to share Dying, crying with bruises all around.  Walking miles with  bare feet still nothing to be found. How can we have these sieve for empathy and compassions?  When an actor dies out of his age  It seems to all like a carnage But when Ramkumar loses his two year son Or Dayaram his wife on the road Then why is there deafening silence around??  Isn't it an oxymoron??  If he was an actor, they are no less creators.  I picked one shell and threw back to the sea So that it doesn't long for its place.  But who will throw the others around???  And who will  heal their bleeding wounds

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