Grief
Grief comes with silent steps, no noise, no pictures, stays anonymous. Is it mine, or
He wasn’t loud. Not broken. Not bright. Just quiet in the kind of way that
In your eyes, I see a glimpse of the divine, A reflection of Madhav, serene
I take in a deep breath whilst digesting a
Life in a metro is a hustle. But why the tussle? The local will
In tandem, joy and sorrow exist On emotional scale, like a mist Inseparable, and yet
I admired Nietzsche a flame untamed, a mind that bowed to none; yet in his
वो जो मेरा शहर था कभी, वहाँ के रंग कैसे हैं? सतरंगी सपनों से सजे,
Was it really there, or is it just a figment of my imagination? The more
In the market of hate, a fountain stands tall, Where love resides, and fear will
We all feel scared and fearful in the journey of life, Afraid to lose the
From the shades of dark, broken and shattered You uttered a word; I arose from
I found myself on a central ground Where several roads emerged. I didn’t know which
Rose thou Beauty is Supreme Both in Art and Indeed Thou Charm Blushes in demure
After Mastectomy Knitted knockers were given Never knew how to… Recalling the moments of
Holding short of runway The red warm sun ray touching not only my mole but
I do still remember our walk, In every morning and evening, How very winded path,
The grave said to the rose: “With the tears that dawn sprinkles upon you What
IF MAN LIVED AS LONG AS A MAYFLY Channelled down into the struggling muss
And again there I was Tracing that silhouette Wondering while I traced If I should
When your death takes its toll All the money you made will never buy back
Her smile was like a rainbow, impelling his eyes to glitter, wishing she could become
Ayesha Ayesha Ayesha, I know not where you are gone, I know not what your
Fill my cup with happiness Fill my cup with hope Fill my heart with love
Congratulations ! A Lakshmi is born, Unhappy souls, anger filled in their veins. Some happy multiplied with
The world will go on The world will go on Without any mourn! One day
We remember every single moment, of our childhood because, You’ve turned ordinary situations, into special
Happiness,a mystical privilege,reward received from the Universewhen we are grateful to the Absolutefor our own
In some momentslife carries you,from place to place,in some momentsleaves marksall over you body,and youwith
Holding hands,Piercing idyllic forests,Dates and prunesAre seeded wild,Like impregnatedFire water dropsOn the green breezeOf your
She twitched the pallu of her saree Restless you could say.It was her first date…Her
“Rasha Al-Hussaini, an Arts graduate by qualification has been a faculty at Al-Azhar University of