Poems by Syedah Maryam Iqbal

Poems by Syedah Maryam Iqbal
 
 
A Weathered Tree
 
A weathered tree lost all of its seeds
They flew away, far faraway,
To lands known and unknown,
Mostly desiring never to return.
 
The tree stood with all of its remaining courage,
Somewhat rootless, loveless and solitary.
Its branches stooped down intensely,
To search for the lost roots and traces of seeds,
To hug the ground that held it for so long.
It was heartbroken, bleeding and grief-stricken,
Always looking for some hope, some dream to follow,
Then, one day, its search got paid off.
It found out that one of its seeds,
Was growing in its lap unnoticeably,
Extending its roots from the dead roots,
And nourishing a seedling within.
The seed returned for reasons unknown,
But stood as a dream for the crestfallen.
The lifeless, lone searcher started living again,
It collected all its shade, all its shelter, all its hard crust,
For the protection of the dream and the dream within.
 
 
 
Our Inner Self
 
Something that threatens our existence, our origin,
Every day, every minute, every second, all our lives,
Is something that lives within us,
And is deemed exceptionally precious,
 
It is something that is a conundrum,
Something that keeps us restless,
In quest of some sudden revelation.
It is our struggling inner self,
Our inner self that is full of tantrum,
And is ever prepared to crush our souls.
In our combat with the exterior world,
We are able to conquer and get pearled,
But that conquest, which we have with our inner self,
Always ends up in our humiliation and defeat.
We nourish an enemy within us,
That drags us towards self-destruction and self-annihilation,
Making us helpless and flawed,
Pressurizing us to indulge in conscienceless doings,
Staining our souls with the dark permanent paints.
We are never able to liberate ourselves,
As it resides within us slowly poisoning our souls,
Reminding us of all the dark paints we used once.
 
 
 
Sun’s Communication
 
The sun peeping into my little universe,
With its stimulating sunlight,
Percolating into my soul,
Highlighting the brilliance,
Shadowing the dark,
Communicates to me in a soft, modest tone,
Attempting to make me realize,
That nothing is so colossal than life itself.
The sun promises to accompany my heart,
With all its radiance,
Illuminating my soul intrinsically,
Concealing my miseries,
Boasting of my strengths,
Enlightening my mind with all its supremacy,
Adding colors to my little universe, telling me,
That nothing is so colossal than life itself.
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