Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Burned Grace


The beat of the clock going tic toc ,
The rthyme it caught , the rthyme it caught
The train picked a steady speed
It choggled and boggled with the passengers screams


And then they came , caught up with the train
The woman of power , the woman of grace
Skillfully attacking the human race ,
The first woman apperas, she seemed angered
She seemed enraged , I could see the burden even after
She emptied the cage ,
I fell she knew her work really well,
She wasnt the type who'd kneel down
And scamper to death ,
I could see her fighting spirit burning in red
She screamt to be heard , She fought for the dirt ,
She seemed unbelievingly the queen of the herd


Then in that crowed train of ours
The second appears ,her face pale ,
her body was frail , Still she carried burden
at hercules pace
She wavered here , she wavered there
She got her work done anyway

With emense strenght and beautiful pride
These women od dignity , never dared to cry
But on that day I saw them kneel
When the day was over , their thoughts appealed

That women of strenght , that woman of grace
Lied down right in the middle of the train
I felt she deserved the teaming nap
As her day had gone extremely crap
She slept for an hour
And then she awoke
As her fellow mates laughed out aloud
They wernt accoustmed to such fragie dismount
At the end of the day , they were back to the same
two ordinary women talking about the human race


Fatema


Little Lillie


Little Lillie in her own little world,
saw little things literally swirl,
She loved her chocolate , She loved it too much ,
Soo whatever she saw had a chocolatey touch ,


At school she dreamt , She dreamt alot
About the blackboard turning into a chocolate pot
That chocolate pot , that chocolate pot
filled with delicously mouth watering chocolates and what not
The alphabets her teacher wrote dangled here and dangled there
And happily fell into that big boiling chocolate pot
In that tantalazing aroma filled air ,
Little Lillie dreamt away
And then from somewhere outside that magical world ,
there came a voice
"Lillie what are you doing what is this all about ??
Stop dreaming and sit up straight or you're going out ."


Poor Little Lillie lost in her own little world
Filled to the brim in her chocolatey world
gulped down her teachers harsh little words

At the playground , Little Lillie in her own little world
Dances around with her group of friends
And they decide to em up nad play
The two teams are set and ready to go ,
they are all ready to paly the dog and the bone

But Little Lillie lost in her own little world
starts to see chocolates run around and swirl
She hums along and hums it well
" All around the mulbery bush
The kitkat chased the chocobar ,
the kitkat thought t'was all for fun
Pop goes the chocobar"

Enjoying her dream she stood there
She couldn't see her friends ' angered glares
All she did her were their angry voices
"Lillie ,what are you doing , what is this all about ?
You are on our team and you're letting us down !"

Poor Little Lillie lost in her own little world,
jolted back to the real world
She said to herself and she said it well
"I've got to break out from this chocolatey spell
All its doing is making me dream
happy thoughts happy thoughts
But in the end ,what all i get
Is niether worth mention ,neither worth recommend


fatema

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Little Shortie


Little shortie will act all peppy in a weird kinda way
She' ll say "hey wassup" only a million times a day !! -_-
Little shortie will always feel the itch to say
"That stupid bitch " EVERY single day
Little shortie tries to be a bit funny
And she ends up giving A monologue
on something like bill gates money !!
Little shortie will laugh her heart out
At jokes as lame as"An ant takes a beatle out" :
You'll never guess what goes inside her little head
When we speak of sumthing of high intellect
Little shortie is good at heart
But her expressions are worlds apart
Shell appreciate u in a different kinda way
She'll say "Bitch!! u'r really good that way"
Little shortie will never pick up her phone
for reasons unknown
Is it the workload?????
Or is she hiding from pest control??
We 'll just never know
At the end of the day she'll sit beside you and say
"Its ok , I know u really never meant it anyway" :P
fatema

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Breaking a Monotonous life


Slowly, Steadily picking up
The pace increasing rhythmically
Beat by beat on a silver track
Metallic steel in contact
The long chambered mode of life,
Lazily swinging from side to side
The heavy train like a growing chain
pulling out from its cozy frame

Sitting peacefully inside,
A man diminishing in pride ...
but Hope still alive inside
His thoughts speak of a burdened life,
A square foot room......
But a spacious heart
A horrid living dream....
But no sign of a scar
Then the sturdy train though slow in pace
Gathers burdens at an alarming rate

A singular pole ,
at the corner doorgoes unnoticed , detoured
No human hanging out his head
No human risking his life on a bet
The man gets up
And slowly looks around
He wonders in disbelief .....
“How can it be??
How is it so??
Isn't there
No ruthless plunderer left,
to grab the pole? "
Then with immense courage
and a pounding heart
and a shivering knowledge of the human race ...
He grabs the post with all his might
A surge of victory in embrace
For once in his life his hopes are glorified
The sense of freedom clear in his eyes
Amidst the chaos
Amidst the noise
His clear heart,
for once dares to smile ........

Fatema

Vague Twists


Vague twists
Secure in some way,
Stability somehow ,
But a sudden curse ,
And land renounced
Debts incurred ,
Burdened purse
Credit scoops now ruptured

Streaming solutions flowing by
Quick decisions ,
The call of time
One fall in that prestigious stream
Had dug a grave for eternity
She was just another victim
Like the million crushed souls
who abandoned their inner voice
And blindly followed
All the stories told

The stories she heard,
were centuries old
they screamed :
"There was a man he had a dream
to be famous with a doctor 's degree......
he murdered ,plundered ,
trampled the soul
who ever dared to stand in his way.....

Carelessly he harmed .....
so that HE could stand tall
Conquer Be envied by all"
his followers sung praises et all
Amazed , perplexed
she followed too
got a degree in her name, as seconds flew
but nevertheless she crumbled too
her inner voice she never heard
it screams out :"Peace, Art is your rebirth"

The fallen doctor though creative and wise
Now chose to nurture her creative side


Artistic vibes
Creative surge
searching for the appropriate curve

Then , A singular chance to exhibit
The various works of art she did
Everything she learned in life,
surfaced its brighter side
Her knowledge of bones
the way they worked
the forms they took ,
gave her art a second look

Her surgical hand in brief spans
carved the stones in beautiful tones
Her processing thoughts did interpret
bigger meanings in real depth
Quick math and a grasping cap
Earned her a prestigious point on the world map

At the end she realized ,
what a grave mistake she did
she let the noise of others opinions
drown her deepest whims
She cried out to her fellow mates
My success was never planned ....
"You've got to find ,
where You can manage to really stand "

fatema

Monday, August 4, 2008

Perplexed Memory



My opponent speaks :
" My Lord , My witness here has seen
Experienced the grief
The accused has no reason to plead
He has cold bloodedly murdered
The inner voice indeed !
"I defend my voice with vigor and scream
"Objection your honor !!
My opponent is misleading the jury !

Then calling my witness , I speak:
"What were you doing that abominable night ?
"My witness -The conscience speaks :
"I-I woudn't know , i was asleep
"Then my opponent ventures into my witness's weak
"You have no memory ?
No recollection ?
Of the helpless girl lying there ,
injured to bleed?
"No-no sir ,I woudn't say that ,
I certainly heard her cry for help ,
But my courage stood back
As i fought with myself

"So you heard her scream ?
And you let her be ?
Lying there helplessly ?
"My witness's frame now withering
Reduced to tears , he began to speak
" I-I would've helped
I would've saved the dying human being
But the numbness had seeped
into every bit of me
The time was ticking away
Like a time bomb at bay
In my confused state
My heart beats raced
"Then slowly he looks up and says :
" I blame myself ,I was her only help
Now the burden I shall partake "

Seeing my witness -The conscience wither and speak
I restlessly sit hoping to end the ordeal
Then a tear drips ,
without a blink
I seem to predict ,
what my opponent is here to speak
He smirks at me and meticulously speaks
" There , My Lord ,
The witness spilled out
the soul guilt the Jury seeks
The accused had definitely murdered his inner voice indeed
"Then the jury speaks :
" It is evident that the defendant's conscientiousness
has accepted the guilt
No punishment here,
As he is forgived
Acceptance is the biggest gift "

The sprawling walls of the court I see
Swirl around and hurriedly flee
I wake up from my unconscientious self
And dwell into thoughts of what befell
It seemed , forgiving myself was the hardest task ,
"These fights with my conscience will forever last "
fatema

Friday, July 4, 2008

An accident


Swimming through the streets
Skimming the breeze
At a decent speed ,
Its soothing feel , kept me cuddled in a dream
The evening sun falling down
making it serene
But slowly the scenic sky
turns dark and forbiding
Impossible for me to see
A sudden glare of oncoming lights
Blocks my vision complete
I struggle to see
And all i believe ,
"There 's nothing there indeed "
A deadly turn then smirks at me
And a raging truck in full speed
Screaches in front of me
The cry of death screaming inside my stunted head
Magnifies to unaudible shrieks
The impending doom

Freezes all my moves
Then seconds past
Its montrous shadow casts
Its ugly head on me
A flash of light
A deafening fright
And I seem to scream ,
The truck unaware just seems to stare
Into my meek bike there
A crashing hit , a sinking fit
Flinging me somewhere
An abrupt halt ......
Head first into concrete
Scraping every bit of me
The flush of blood
Like a gushing stream
Pouring in reality
Lying in semi-conscientiousness
I breathe ......
A scarred face
A broken leg
Some hope , still left in me
A crowded scene ,
In discontinued visions i see
The pity , The gasps,
This unreasonable crap seems to unveil
Mysteriously a car arrives
And someone
Angelic I believe ,
Stands by my side
Steady , calm
His vision clear ,
Like a mission to him dear
My atheisim then shatters
Seemingly unacceptable for my peers
Ignoring the ugly blood
He picks my dismantled frame
And rushes me to the near med ....
All I had were words of praise
And uncertain things to say
Find out his name
And bless him everyday
But like he came ,
He went away ,
Disappearing mysteriously away ...
The last thing I saw Through the glass door
Was....soothing smile
A glowing face
Happy to see me safe
And all I gave was a weary smile ,
And watched him leave,
Through my shutting gaze ........
fatema

Saturday, June 28, 2008

The theatre stage


The theatre stage
Filled with vigor and solace,
An entry of an nonchalant race ,
The humour , wise
Quick wit, a suprise
The story builds away ......
Then a turn of events
A mysterious death
Excitement , albeit
The racing beats
The melting heat
Uncertain thoughts
A guessing spree
A clue somewhere
A hint out there ,
A mix , A match
A confusing catch,
Conviction
of the threat
Joyous scenes
A touching feel
The malleability is redeemed
The theatre stage
Now in a rage
An inspiring upraise
The curtain falls
The scenic halls
Are emptied away......

We part our ways
But the thoughts are same
As the drama keeps u engaged
Its sparkingly wit
A careless gift
Seems to fit today ,
The wrecking scenes
Like a griping mean
keeps u in a sway ,
The surrounding sounds
Are a turning tale
Unearthing a delightful visual aid
These rolling scenes
like a pouring dream
seem to reiterate,
The theatre stage !
The theatre stage !
Is surely worth some praise .

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

A moonlit walk


A moonlit walk on a dusty road
Will give you peace and a getaway mode,
The silvery light at the moment bright ,
Will lift ur spirits to a newer height,
The peaceful walk with all your thoughts clustered up
Will let the words follow up
The deafening sounds of misery
Will soften up as history

The moonlit walk along the shore
Will bring in thoughts galore,
The gurgling sound of the water around
reminds you of your giggling mind as a little child

The moonlit walk around the block
seems so short , yet so far apart
The mesmerising street lamps there
Seem dimmer than the moonlight spread everywhere ,

The moonlit walk comes to a rigid end
When the realities of life step in and blend
The fear of walkin home again
Comes rushing back
And it'll never end
But then agian, the joy we have in both these worlds .....
Is neither worth comment nor amend

A splash of paint


A splash of paint
And a canvas is made !
Just the way u see it today ,
You a mix a few colours,
And jumble the others ,
The rest is just a game
You switch with the shades and make it a rage,
Its appreciated either ways
The pastel shades ! The pastel shades !
You add them and you'r amazed
Emarald green and persian blue
Aren't in contrast ...
But whoever knew?
Mango yellow , orange and scarlett red
Will make a beautiful sunset thread
Never the less a canvas is made! a canvas is made !


But you see every colour ,
Tumble over another
So you ponder over it for a another minute ,
And all u see is a gimmick
A man chasing a mimic
Or a land far far away

So a splash of paint
And a canvas is made !
All in all its just a craze
OR... this amazing maze .