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Sunara Begum

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I am what I am.
What I may appear to be may not be me.
What I am has to be explored...
March 11

Memories...

Have there been something/someone one felt they could relate to? Aahh it is but poems for me...

wherever I am

wherever I may be

your memories are with me


who knows whose search was in their eyes

travellers of desire kept looking

longer they walked

longer the way became

their dream was destination yet destination was unreality

path continued to divert

for what reason traveller of desire kept wandering


to say someone

or not to say

what is in my heart

though apparently world walks with me

yet loneliness engulfs my heart

a old memory stops my path and says to me

how long will you wander like this in this hot sun

lets sit in the shadow of days gone by

lets talk about that moment

when a flower blossomed

when someone's silvery voice reverberated

when someone's eyes showered pearls

sometime in my heart

pangs of memories dig deep

somewhere a picture gets hazier

some enjoy colours of world and are happy

and some even after getting everything say this in their heart

truth is that this is my mistake

that I desired to touch the moon

that I asked sky on earth

that I desired that flowers blossom on rocks

that I looked for fragrance in thorns

that I wished fire to calm me

that I kept looking for warmth in snow

that I wished my dream to come true

of course, I was to get punished

sometime roots of past

dig deep in my heart

sometime a cherished garland breaks apart

some keep space for new things in their hearts

yet some continue to decorate lamps of memories on their eyelashes

 
 
January 29

The night

The lonsesome night I lay awake.
The air outside caressing its way in;
moving in every beat of my memory of you.
A chill it enters.
A raging fire it leaves in...
January 27

Thoughts...

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
 
~ Kahlil Gibran
January 17

Butterflies

I had been dreaming; there were the butterflies come from mist, and I was dreaming among the violets...
 
~ Yashi Zo
 
 
Allah are butterflies outside...explore and tis all something else...