Aasia Majeed: Selected poems
I am a woman
I am a woman with flesh and blood
not made for your extreme lust
I have emotions, I have dreams
O would it be that you don't forget
that I am also a human just as you
If only my purpose in life
if only my role in the society
had you realised!
Desires of thirsty eyes
Parched due to the tears of blood
O would it be that you don't forget
Much do I suffer, I am a woman
a human, just as you
A graveyard this world would be
without me, do not crush me to death
Walking skeletons you would be
Quest for my soul, so pure
Why, o why you ignore!
Let us both live and love
try to win my heart, my core
that is my real grace
would it be that you are
Virtuous and sincere
since I am a woman
with flesh and blood
Oh My Loneliness!
I sat glumly in the dark,
She entered the room secretly.
And pinched me hard,
But I remained silent.
She forced me to welcome her again,
And asked me why I was sad.
So she could get rid of my gloom,
And make me smile like a full moon.
I went out with her ,
To the garden to enjoy and laugh.
Like birds chirping and;
Felt the depth of nature.
She remained with me until I,
Completely forgot the anguish inside.
She is my loneliness,
Always with me!
She is my lover, sometimes a saviour;
She cares for me like a mother.
Oh what a sweet comrade of mine!
Time drives
Though the fate is not
In your hand,
Though the time today is
Not in your favour,
Though the tears don't dry in your eyes,
Though you forget how important it is to smile,
The dark doesn't remain forever,
Dreary clouds don't stay here forever,
The time must change
And turn into your saviour,
Your barren land shall be fertile,
Trees shall grow their buds as ever,
And their fragrance will spread everywhere,
Till that time arrives
You show your perseverance,
And see what comes from wherever.
Peacekeeper
When words are injured
And silence drowses in the dark of pessimism
With deep screaming
Even the breathing sound seems to be plagued
As the dead is unaware
Of the dust clown world
And its colours, drowned in heap of
creeping worms licking his sins
So that time ,
you're the only one who combines
the scattered pieces of my body together
like pavilion of flowers in a garden
And its balm attracts remote butterflies
Oh! My heart, you're the only one
who keeps this battle on for my sake
You're the one breathing for my existence
The precious one shines my darkness in despair
You try to rear on the waist
with new spirit, passion and enthusiasm
Oh! Heart you're the last hope of my life
The real peacekeeper of mine...!
What have u made of me..
I was living as a maunder,
I was plunged as a falling star;
I was deserted as a straggle spirit,
I was a dud as an arenoid.
But u came in my life as a glowing moon,
And brightened me as rising boon;
U changed this tramped spirit,
In a lilting sweet melody.
Sprinkled dreams in my vacant eyes,
As a cactus makes honey;
I've become the legacy of ur love,
that now lights up the whole world.
Poem no: 06
Frigid human like frosty winter
On a wintry cold night
I came out of my house
To see and enjoy the
Beauties of winter.
Lonely, I walked and walked on the road.
Suddenly I heard some cries –
Cries of a woman coming from a house
A man mercilessly hitting his wife.
I was shaken,
But walked faster at that moment
After a few steps I saw a child in the middle of road
Shivering with cold, tired with hunger
Standing he was in front of a restaurant with shining eyes filled with hope
Men were eating and throwing meals to dogs
But no one took notice on boy's desperation
My heart was filled with sorrow again
Faster I strode
At some distance I witnessed
A group of people dancing and enjoying
With loud music and songs
But with a single blow everything changed in a fleeting moment
Dead bodies drenched in blood everywhere
No one stopped
My heart wept the tears of blood
I walked faster again
But this time back towards home
That night I witnessed two faces of a single coin
Which really covered the human soul
On a wintry night
I saw the coldness of men
Poem no: 07
Am I a monster?
Haunted screams and cries
Broken dreams and desires
Deserted and rejected
I was brought to this world!
Was I really a slang,
Or an unwanted child?
My mother grinded her
Head in walls and tiles
Like my father raged to
Throw me in dirty water
Was I really a sin,
Or an immoral crime?
Being not a girl or boy
I was brought up with
Stones and annoyed
With shameless catcalls
Was I really made to be
Hanged or burnt alive?
Wiped out my own scars
Every night I sobbed aloud
On my trapped soul
That was caged inside
Was I really human,
Or a bloody monster?
I scratched the lines on
My hands with a sharp
Piece of glass pane to make
My own destiny!
Was I here for only
Dance and mockery?
With new spirit and devotion
Being insulted and agitated
I must spread that notion
We have hearts with emotions
Was I really so weak
Or fragile?
Papa kissed me first time
With guilt in those eyes
When I saved his life
By being a good doctor
I only ask one question
From all the cruel humans
What is our fault
For being a transgender?
* Aasia Majeed is an Pakistani author (residing in Sadiq Abad City). At first she wrote child motivational stories and articles in Urdu. Now, she writes poems in Urdu and English. Through her writings, she always tries to reflect social issues specially related to women. She has contributed to various magazines and international anthologies. She also received the silver award from the international forum Motivational Strips.
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