If only…

When I was younger, about twenty

I used to think innocently

Oh, let me just get that job!

Then I would never sob!

After getting my heart broken by plenty

I used to think innocently

Oh, let me just get married!

Then I would never be single and harried!

I now have a job, I make good money

I am now married, a mother of a baby

I still sob well, I am quite harried..

Truth is, I am lost, almost buried

Beneath the burden of responsibility

I have forgotten my true identity

All I wished for was love and joy

But all I’ve amassed is bitter foy

As the present seems bleak in pain

My heart still pounds in vain

Hoping for a brighter day ahead

I wake up each day and make some bread

I wear a smile all day, all gay

Hoping that good comes my way

And I bid farewell forever

To those memories that run a dagger

Through my heart and soul, and scatter

All the good in me away

To nothingness, vacuum and dismay.

The Morning Star

BY LUBNA MARYAM

A ball of fire I am
For young lads Arthur and Sam
My shine, my warmth, my sparkle
Falls upon everyone living in this circle

I am a beauty when I rise
People call me the star that never dies
I am a mystery when I set
Truth is, I never get rest

I burn forever, yet I give hope
I give life, I am a hero
Dazzling the lush, green slope

I illuminate the deceiving darkness
And heal dead hearts and sorrowful souls
I am the bringer of light
I am the healer of plight

A ball of fire I am
I am the golden sun.

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When it all ends, it goes down on paper

Hey everyone! I am really very happy to tell you all that two of my works have been published in my college magazine. I know its not a big shot, but it was my first attempt at getting something published somewhere and it is really a wonderful feeling when people you know very well, and even those you really don’t know that well, come up to you and appreciate your work. So I thought I need to share one of those poems with you all too. The first one has been published in this blog earlier, in the post titled ‘Emptiness’. These were written about 6-7 months ago at a very low point of my life. But Alhamdulillah (thanks to Allah), the time has gone, and these poems just reminisce the feelings then.

THE END OF YOU

Here I am back on the lane..

Which gives nothing else but pain..

When will it stop?

The sliding tear drop,

When will they fade?

The memories that eventually invade,

My mind, my heart, my soul..

Planting a deathly ghoul..

You taught me how to love

I learnt how to care

Those silent conversations we drove

Are the best moments we share

But now you’re gone

And I’m forlorn

Wish you had shown me how to hate

Because you’re not worth the wait

My only hope in sight

Is that the day would become bright

The clouds would cast away

And I would dance and sway

And talk and smile

Which I have not done in a while

Oh Lord, bring back those times

Please.. bring back those times…

I’d appreciate your feedback! Hope you liked it! 🙂