I shall lay my head on her knees
Believing that God must have cured her arthritic joints in heaven,
Then she will brush my hair with her fingers
And I shall tell her all my soul suffered from;
...
A gentle soul once asked me here
to delete my Age and edit profile
I read it and just passed a smile
I do respect her but I ask:
...
I got a chance to meet You
in the feel of a moment
gripped in the crystalline abstraction
of a diamond bonding…
...
O Maker of this universe! ! ! ! !
Sought in silence, prose and verse!
Teach me Lord to sing Thy Praise
...
When I shall cease to breathe the vital air
The news will spread like a wild fire
...
Whatever on your page
whenever I just read
there surely find a sage
who has a moral creed
...
My vision is the azure sky
And dreams are Paradise
My dwelling is behind the wall
I’m hidden to probing eyes
...
Life cannot be scribed into words
Or else I would shift the whole of it
By my pen on the paper
Then I would sign it, and say
...
Janay kiskis tarha mushkil se sambhala mujh ko!
Meri maa tu ne boht pyar se paala mujh ko......!
Apne kirdar se, guftaar se taaleem kia
...
Did I ever say I'm always right when I never was?
Should I blame others when I could not understand myself?
...
The colored clouds of the autumnal sky with a glistening gray base
are temptations enough for me
to getmore close to myself, and
inviting me
...
Roof-tops quickened
by juvenile shouts
kites are flying
against the sky
...
(composed on Universal children's day-2011)
I'm a lovely kid of my small house
With sprightly, sparkling eyes...
...
Upon the unkind shores of the rough Sea
under the merciless blows of the mighty winds
you have to dig your heels deep
into the slippery sands;
...
Good dreams are bad friends
Rendering reality more painful than ever
Stung by them
I suffer from my split being
...
Suna tha ik nai taqdeer
ki tashkeel honi hay
Suna tha ab k aangan ki faza
tabdeel honi hay
...
Riveted are my mind's eyes
at the glitter of the stars
in the glistening lake of blue,
and wish to see in the skies
...
Extra special diamond Soul
Plays a strong and silent role
Joys and pains of life conceives
...
None can own the skies
'tis the open field
for falcons and for flies
hold your thread but fast
...
If God Sends My Maa For A While!
I shall lay my head on her knees
Believing that God must have cured her arthritic joints in heaven,
Then she will brush my hair with her fingers
And I shall tell her all my soul suffered from;
I shall complain of the bouquet of roses
That pricked my hands despite the silk-ribbon
And scotch-tape woven around it carefully;
I shall tell her the tricks of the winds
Blowing roughly on me leaving all others
And of clouds that shower benign rain
On all others leaving me,
Though I stand under them with a bowl
In my hands raised skywards
Which stays dried up;
I‘ll feel she smoothes my hair
I am relieved, and her sweetness has removed
The wrinkles of my crumpled soul successfully…
I shall feel an urge to tell her
That I miss the apple-jam she used to prepare for me
In a sauce-pan,
And that I have left eating the soaked and peeled off
Almonds and raisins with a glass of milk;
I shall clarify that I am telling her all
Because I don’t tell
Such things to anyone
Not because they won’t listen to this
But because I have lost my tantrums wild
Somewhere in the fields of my childhood;
I shall ask her
Does she listen to my voice while I recite prayers
On her grave?
Does she see when my brother removes the frozen candle wax?
And washes the tomb-stone?
Or showering petals on her earthly-bed?
Yes, I shall tell her
That cooking shows are no more interesting now;
That all the tragic tunes interpret my heart
And all the sad songs sing of my soul;
But, will it be wise to tell her all
That might cause pain to her?
I shall have no idea of her allowed duration with me
So, I won’t tell her, or ask from her anything
But this, that we all are settled in life,
And that I am happy
And then I shall smile
as big as a smiley-sticker, ear to ear
and I won’t let her know
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that my pen bleeds still…
It is my pleasure to know and work with Shahzia Batool. She is a sweet, kind, caring person. She is a person with a wealth of knowledge, and a heart full of love. Yet very humble in spirit. She is Editor of our poetry site, The Hearts of Global Poetry. A delight to have her working with us. Also a poetess of excellence. May everything she touches turn to gold. lu Shahzia
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A great poetess of modern age,thinker and cultivator of motivation.
I came across a great treasure of good poems in your page.My words may fall too short to praise them.
Shazia Batool is a great English and Urdu poetess. I don't know why she appears like a blue moon on the skies of poemhunter.com, but whenever she appears the skies are turned in a thing of beauty, a joy for ever.
excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem
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I have read all your poems and I strongly believe that you have a beautiful writing style. I always wait for your poems, read them because they truly depict human emotions and feelings. A true poet is the one whose poetry is comprehensible. I call your poetry “talking poetry “or “talking verses”. You made your poetry “talk” as it speaks to the reader which is a great accomplishment. Your firm control of language shows your genius, your exceptional intellectual or creative power or natural ability. Although your poetry is simple but it is loaded with meanings. I just love to explore the underlying meanings of your apparently simple poetry. One of my favourite poems is DISCOVERY. It has a lovely theme. Keep writing and stay blessed! ! !