A Grown Up Child - Poetry by Neelum Afridi

" A Grown up Child"

"I'm a mess indeed,

Running after fantasies.

I get blind, I can't see,

Can't distinguish between these

Black, white, right and wrong.

OH I can't lead,

My way to the sacred thee!

I lost my focus.,

I can't breathe.

With this world, 

How to deal?

Everything is different

Than it seemed"

There came a voice to me..

"You are growing up!"

Miss You - Poetry by Neelum Afridi

"Miss You"

Birds stop chirping

Sun stop rising 

Rivers stop  flowing

Flowers stop  growing.

Smiles are fading

Eyes are tearing 

Seconds are hurting

Days are not passing

All world's beauty

Seems so horrid.

O father! When you are going

When you are leaving.

 My eyes still searching

 For that charming

 Pearl so lovely

 Shinning like Mithra

 Smiling so warmly

 Oh yes my chandelier!

 I miss you really

 You are the only

 Fun is nothing

When you ain't homing

I see you everywhere

When you are on venture

As a flier

For our desires

The Arrogant Winds

                                                                       

"The Arrogant winds" 

"I think I lost you,

Though I never owned you."

Said I when you crossed me,
Fluttering my hair over my face.

Those arrogant winds blew,

So swiftly they flew.

I tried to catch them,

Strenuously I made an effort

But they passed ruthlessly,

Pushed me away fiercely.

Thought I, they would stop,

OH no! I forgot....

"These winds are too arrogant to stop.

Don't thee amain to halt.

Yes thy have lost,

Something to you 

which never belonged....."

Paradox of Mangement

"Paradox of Management"

Enunciated, 

The partaker,

When crushed,

Mashed, 

Mortified, 

Fazed;

The self-respect

And ego

Debased.

Brings off

The best
And the soul

Chalks up

Prodigious feat.

I assert, the stereotypes to

Hold their horses, 

Not aye does it prompt

The slob to rack up. 

Whilst, she (he) may be

Hyper-sensitive, 

Tenuous, 

Egoistic, 

Keen

Or ardent.

To bail down, 

The Paradox of Management, 

Doesn't lush

All the grounds, 

It may yank,

A delicate bloom.

A Visit to My Grave

"A Visit to My Grave"

On my grave,

you stand today.

My body is dead,

the cold corps, 

lie mute, 

my eyes closed.

The words I uttered, 

now are echoes, 

my actions, 

solely imaginations.

Now, you repent

for killing the emblem.

Though, the world 

Remembers my words,

my feats are still pursued. 

Here, you shed tears,

that you dispatched a person, 

The totem, my dear, is still alive

Moon's Hues

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"Moon's Hue" 

At night,
dismal
black
dire view.


You,
O Moon!
Bring
cordial
collegial
cockcrow hue.

The Broken Memories

"The Broken memories"

I once perambulated these pavements,
With lusts to be with you someday.
Those clouds and the falling rain,
would accord me with all the flairs.




For this day,
The cloudburst once again.
Anew is the downpour.
Though, this time
It falls with a mourn,
No tip-tap but with trish-trash
It hits the ground.
To show the incense,
Of it was wrong about the flairs.




The same passage ways I traverse,
The gale, all the same,
As it twins,
Up to my ears.




And this season it traces
A tale of the broken memories.
Of what they flared about,
Are no more.
I walk alone,
the broken memories along.