musarrat-bte-salam
Writers are great lovers. They fall in love with other writers. That's how they learn to write.-Natalie Goldberg / / / Musarrat Bte Salam is currently studying in Newcastle University under Offshore Engineering in Singapore. She is set to graduate in the year 2015. She has been a preferred author in www.writing.com. Her portfolio is up on this site http://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/nabila321#- where she shares her passion with other talented authors of today. / / Writing has always been her passion and though she has not taken up any major in literature she believes that poetry lives in her and it will grow as she ventures more into the magical world of words. She aspires to let people hear her voice and let the world see how she views it. She strongly believes that if art is made from the heart, it will definitely touch other hearts.
*Sometimes it hits me out of nowhere
a missile that was sent eons ago,
Breaks straight through my window
and forces its poison into my bloodstream.
O' did I saw that coming?
I swear I didn't. I pretend all day and night
that less do I know what pain feels like.
Bullets- they decorate themselves
near the skip in my steps,
the high melody in my voice.
They suddenly choke my windpipe,
with all the lies ever known in one life time.
I’m dead but somehow still alive.
If you ever get an invitation
from this reckless mind of mine,
don’t even dare think about it.
You won’t be able to swallow
even a pocketful of sunshine
in my voracious war zone.
You see, I’m not bullet proof.
I dive deep into my nasty void,
Call my own name
Over and over again
to safe myself at night.
The muscles in my body screams,
While trying to squeeze all the stars
in the universe into each of my broken cells.
It hurts.
It hurts when you are not bullet proof.*
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC
*If only some words were air,
I would have breathed in all.
Inhale the lines into my lungs
And see how it heals the wounds
That was forgotten in a mighty storm.
If only some words were air,
Living this life would have been
like seeing the sunset,
Like how suddenly winter remembers summer
And like how I once fell in love.*
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
*Live dear soul, live.
The world will break your bones and more-
Live dear soul, live.
Don’t you lose the fight and just strive!
Some hands will crush you to the floor,
But your love breathes near heaven’s shore-
Live dear soul, live.*
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
*Like all beautiful things, love came,
Showered sweet dreams from stars above,
One day, he left without my name
Leaving me like a mourning dove.
What are vows if they are relapsed?
That’s how this heart gently collapsed.
Glass broken into sore pieces,
Lived my days in poison kisses.*
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
*Slowly I crumble
to the vows of yesterday
now I maybe alive,
but with the pouring rain
I am falling hard
against our broken road
my home is in a secluded place
far from your reach.
Alas, you still promise,
that you will be there for me-
Without knowing where I breathe.*
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
*Sometimes to utter the sounds
of love back as an echo hurts.
It hurts as your silence
sits at the edge of a hurricane.
Slowly swallowing every part of
your joints till you stumble in weakness.
Your agony-an unending chaos,
Like your beating heart-
Your chest rises and falls like the waves
in the midst of twilight,
as you breathe just to feel alive.
You belong nowhere,
Yet you run and bump into the wild unknowns.
Sometimes, you are like the forest fire,
adding fiery red to the tranquil greenery.
Dawns comes by quickly
in the world you live in-
where you wipe off that colorful mask
and declare you are just a blank masterpiece.
These insecurities-defines darkness inside out.
Born with every broken nerves,
and sometimes with newly found scars.
They burn and heal from far,
as I build these high towers of mine.
You see lover, to be a wanderer
I have to spell freedom with my own breath.
So don't hold me down,
Let me fly.
Even if you can't be there
to hold me tight,
at least watch how I fall
from great heights.*
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
*It was like a speck of dust or maybe glitters.
Flew like fleeting birds and gave birth to crystals.
Those sparkly moments that gave perfection a new hue.
My insane mind, thinking I could have it all again.
These seconds that goes by so swiftly,
slips right through your bruised fingers
and leaves you with its lingering fragrance.
Embrace it while your soul is still alive,
for it awaits to turn into some desired memory.
Capture the dazzling beams, the flickers and twinkles.
The dashing street lights,
the sunrise in your heart,
the never ending chaos of a city life.*
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
*The sun was envious of my vibrant soul and the glitter that shined in my eyes.
Seeing the earth in fifty shades of grey, it could not bear the dullness.
Taking that as an excuse, it snatched the rays from my eyes and set the stolen light upon the surface of the vast soil.
Greenery was evident; warmth was felt by the nearby tropical trees.
But, the air around me was still and I could barely breathe nor see such boundless beauty. In silent agony,
I could only hear my daughter singing along to a Sunday morning song across the hallway.
Lying bare on the bed, I could only feel the softness of the sheets against my innocent skin,
realizing the truth that there will never come another day to see that beautiful orange sun setting in my hubby's loving eyes.
These provoking thoughts called upon trickles of tears which I had no control over.
Dawn came by silently and sat near the window pane. Slowly, almost deliberately, allowing the sun ray to seep through and hit against my skin.
I felt like screaming at my murderer, the very one that took half my life away.
Just then, I felt someone's arms gently wrapping me from behind.
Familiar touch I would say. That warmth, similar to those of the glaring sun, embraced me in silence.
Unaware was my soul of those dark black eyes that were searching for that lost smile on my expressionless face.
Till I heard, barely a whisper, carrying these few words with such tender grace,
"You were beautiful in the morning sun back in the old days, my love, when I used to stay up all night, caressing your tender body, awed by your timeless beauty. Today, you are still that ever beautiful woman I came to know. Though the rays of those stunning eyes has lost its light, you my dear, can’t be in that plight. Don’t grieve in the darkness within you, I say. For you may not know, I, your hubby surrounds you with a halo. Feel my ray of love through the veins of your sweet soul, capture it in that lost treasure box you dared not open since ages ago. The morning sun gave life to us in a way, to gift you a whole extraordinary life in a new dimension that I'm glad to say. Fear not my dear, for I'll find that vibrant ray within you, day and night, day and night, and time and again. In the remembrance of the vow, no matter comes what may, I'll always be that lost ray."
Upon hearing these words of my lover, my lips curved a smile and my soul felt at peace as it believed that, in the mere darkness I can actually see a rainbow that shines like an aurora in the northern light.
With that, two lips met again and greeted each other, Good Morning, as the sun took its flight across the big blue sky.*
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
*Days pass by like restless flickering lights,
In the misty street you drown in thoughts.
Memories roll like a blue film,
And you breathe in and wander,
If the black holes exists.
Surely if it does,
Can it stop time?
Or bring back
Me to
Life.
Love
And hues,
All the joy,
Were stolen gems
Which were trapped by time.
All the stars know these words.
They know my story and more,
Back in time is where I belong.
O’ vast sky, spread the message of mine.
For I truly want to be back in time.*
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
*Rustles and bustles
Of a lovely morning breeze
That shines crystal rays.*
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC