Poems by Syedah Maryam Iqbal
Obsessed with the thought of Grief
Obsessed with the thought of grief,
Obsessed with the thought of belief,
Are they enough to add to depressive reef?
The sea is so tremendously deep
to handle all kinds of Nature’s obsession
But the living kind cannot afford
any kind of Nature’s transgression.
In front of Nature, we are just like a leaf
That can be bestowed to fire making it the chief.
Luxury of being Alive
We have the luxury of being alive,
But what about those who have lost this luxury,
It may be an authoritative effrontery.
The losers of this luxury consider it drudgery.
In reality, this luxury is quite expensive,
As it exhausts all of our senses.
We keep ourselves busy in finding a motive
While the life combats the body making it corrosive.
With combating powers around always ready to usurp this luxury,
To live contentedly is a fantasy.
Those who no more enjoy this luxury,
Have gone to the mode of discovery.
The soul enjoys no such sumptuousness,
As it marvels its freedom and disgusts voluptuousness.
The losers aspire to have wings,
To enjoy getting rid of darkening things.
Nature is Wildly Dramatic
Nature is wildly dramatic in its power spending,
Sometimes, it is like a brute prone to prove its murderous skill,
Sometimes, it is like a mother prone to protect against all ill,
We have to comprehend Nature with all its mood swings,
Its viciousness when it’s vicious, its generousness when it’s generous.
For having the full impact of drama,
It partitions its colossal power between wind, water, fire and ice.
Nature is wind when it lulls and caresses,
Nature is water when it purifies and extinguishes,
Nature is fire when it warms up and sympathizes,
Nature is ice when it cools down and relieves.
Nature is wind when it storms and crashes,
Nature is water when it floods and drowns,
Nature is fire when it burns and impairs,
Nature is ice when it frostbites and pierces,
Nature’s soft heartedness ensures a happy ending.
Nature’s hard heartedness ensures a tragic ending.
