Check Mate

Check Mate

He was the king , She was his queen
They entered the battlefield
A million Soldiers did bleed ,
Their love was strong
Their love sacred
Someone eyed it with much hatred

He was a knight , He was brave
A million girls for him slayed their fate
He had a mission , he had a purpose
He wanted the queen to be his own

Foolishly he fell , he fell in her love
But he carefully played all his steps right
Castles stood , horses neighed
All the young souls knew their tale

The king was summoned , The king alert
The vazirs spoke of a possible outburst
The knight and the king stood face to face
The king had love , the Knight had lust
Both dreamt of a single crush

The player he was, the player within
He somehow got her to his side
The king was captivated and killed
As her love had died for him

The knight and queen both cuddled with glee
The game was over , Check mate revealed .

Fatema

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

Sounds

Sounds and sounds is all I hear
Just mere sounds they appear

What do they mean??

What are they for??

Do they signify a soul??





Sounds that jingle
Ripple and tingle
Sounds is all I hear

I look around for a human being

But all I hear is a mumble

Far away ,I hear a sound

The sound of crying

A weeping soul
And the sound of a million tears
Drop by drop
The beat that hops
Silence is what it shatters......

I was lost in another world

Suddenly in this maze of sounds

A body reappears
It brings with it a flash of light

Breaking me from my trancing plight

He questions me in a serious tone
"Would you like to see the deeds you've done ?




Flashing past my eyes aghast
Are series of visions flowing by
Each lie I spoke
Each heart I broke
Seemed to play alive

The plots I made

The games I played

The way I set my self ablaze
All of it reappeared





Then slowing I started breathing again
The pain unbearable seized to stop
The burning flesh ,The crackling sounds
The smell that spread its ugly head
Was pungent all the more
Each burning flame had engulfed me
In a chamber so small

It ripped the skin and charged thoroughly in

I begged it to stop

The burning flame seemed alive
It had a revenge in its mind
It slowly crawled all over me
I could feel the raw skin burning still
And all my tears vanishing to steam
Layers and layers of ash now covered me





The fire danced in a joyous mood

It carefully enjoyed the matter it burnt

It seemed to find some beaming pride

Some viscous life it had inside
Some cunning crime it tried to hide
Swirling up and down by my side




The heat it formed
Was hot as burning coal
With the steeping rise in the temperature

I cried .........

All this while I cursed my suicidal self

Was this the reason I enjoyed the thought of death??
The thought of being free from my grief's net?

No this was grief its self,

feasting on its voluntary visitor's death

fatema

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

The untamed rage

Building in,
spreading out
Viscous flames running around
Inner voice vaguely heard
Trampled ,scuffled buried gut
Heavy breaths
Choking beats
Raging red, the face unveils
Ferrocious eyes
A curling smile
The untamed rage , is now alive

Confined to an empty room
Falling objects ,expect their doom
The raging fit , now in a gig
Mimic the cause of this conflict

The untamed rage in full costume ,
Storms around in continuous fumes
But,
A sudden stare into the mirror there
Jolts back the reasonable care
The wiser choice ,
the "taming scene" seems to appeal fiercely ..........
The callous reasonNow fatigued ...
The " untamed rage " as it calls itself
meek and submissive ,
comes to an end
following the age old trend
"Nothing is ever permanent "

fatema

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

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

Someones following me .........

A hurried walk

Elevator to car

A journey I intend to embark ,

The elevator seems to spontaneously spark

And the flickering light

On and off in suprise

Causes my beats to rythme in fright

My pounding heart

Sensing impending doom

Seems to fear a faceless goon

Sticking to the door

I seem to scream

"Someone , come , save me "

Suddenly the sprawling walls

Grow into my state of trance

And shatter my fragile mask of calm

Seconds in , I clasp my eyes

And desperately I try

To hit the buttons right
The only thoughts running my mind

The fear of ....."Being crushed alive"

Slowly I hear , a faint laugh

evil intervined

His intentions clear

And my weakness held to him dear

His motive yet smeared

His intrinsic laugh , like shattered glass

piercing my aching ears

But almost like a second birth

The elevator seems to purr

Then it suddenly fits into gear

The piercing laugh , now choking in fear

stumbles into a nervous shiver

I reach my destined floor

I rush out , almost tripping in fear

The pouring rain pounding my brains

Trickles down my petrified face

Then a groaning roar ,

I turn around

And the dark , forbiding night

Stares back, like eternal fright

Its hollow , endless feel

Drills into my sight

The eerie feel of someone there

Watching every second step

The breathing breeze,

Blowing at the back of my neck

Almost convincing me

"It's a strangling threat "

I struggle to search my black mustang ,

My shivering feet threatening to collapse

Then in the faint street lamp there

I see an unknown shadow , continuously stare

The shadow , with its ugly frame

Monstrous , Im aware

His shadow brings in a gulping fear

I dare to look back and stare

into the cause of my dreaded tears

Then a ear splitting stroke of light

Midway the raining plight

I catch his sight

His scarred face , smirking

His broad frame , overshadowing
The meek me , cowering inside

A leap of beats

As I happen to see

My mustang parked neatly

Somehow the thought of escape

Livens up the silenced rebellious me

I struggle a fight

And rush aside my parked hope of light

With my stumbling keys

I attempt to start ,

The stalker not far apart

With every closing step of his

My fear crushing in

Slowly my car ,begins to start

And hurriedly I disappear into the dark ..............

But somehow something tells me

"He hasn't yet given up "........

fatema