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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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