*My dear old self
I sought you in every nook
And every corner of my soul
I know not where else to look
I know you still exist
But I know not where
I seek you every day & night
Wish I'd find you somewhere
Oh my dear old self
Will you come back to me
Atleast before I perish
For one last time I want you to be
I'm so lonely & you were my strength
I made people hate me & I hate me too
Yours was good heart, mine a mere stone
Come to this heartless vamp & please rescue
Yours sincerely*
Present self
© by Ruman Hafsa
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 6:44 AM UTC
Down the street, was proceeding a lone heart
In a weary rhythm of the rain
Driving her bike away she went
In the crowd of a buzy lane
As she passed getting wet
The raindrops hitting on her face,
Appeared a little beaming one
Waved his hand to slow her pace
Requesting her in his sweet little voice
*"O madam, please convey me
To a near by street on your way
For the rain is heavy"*, he did plea
On hearing this she did halt
Asking him to mount her bike
Drove further to her new destiny
And delivered away that little tyke
Hopping down from the roadster
"Thank you madam, may God bless thee"
Leaving the lone but now serene heart
He ran away towards his destiny
© by Ruman Hafsa
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC
*Dead cats & dogs lying in the rotting water
Sewage spread around, torn walls which harbour
Wandering murderers, drug addicts & smugglers
The alley was perfectly safe for these toxic wanderers*
*The one and only rule they were to follow,
Do not thwart others & one's own job they wallow
Either no friends nor do they make a foe
Or be a loyal chum & reap as they sow*
*Their life always in a peril & death doesn't amaze
Their nights, toiling hours; & lairs were the days
Confounding & menacing, such different their ways
The wanderers & the alley, no less than a maze*
© by Ruman Hafsa
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC
The sun slowly came down;
And the ocean aroused;
To welcome him with open arms.
Her waves danced in glee
Waltzing with the sunlight,
Athwart the depths of sea.
He comes down to meet her
Every day, as it ends.
And the ocean, upon spotting him,
Turns red while it blush.
I stood there on the beach,
Witnessing their union.
Rejoicing as they meet
The groom & his woman
© by Ruman Hafsa
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
I wonder what these clouds are
A veil or an illusion
Concealing away the blinking stars
Fading away the moon & sun
I wonder where the birds fly to
And where do they come from
Soaring together
I wonder what do they hum
I wonder what the lightening is
Welding the broken sky somewhere?
And what is the thunderous noise I hark
Dacoits firing guns in some affair?
I wonder who painted the sky blue
And who puts the rainbow there
Where the sun sleeps at night
And who blows the vibrant air
I wonder these things & many more
But do not have innuendo to
I ask them about it, they say "don't know"
I don't fathom how to solve without a clue...
© by Ruman Hafsa
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
The lonely route which I took one day
Took me through the woods, far away
It lead me through I know not where
But heard a swish from somewhere
I heard their lovely voice call me
Then saw them dancing, fluttering in glee
Tuning a melody, they flew together
Around a concealed path beleaguere
I pursued them and their call
Tripping on a stone I fall
And then my sight saw what was hidden
Away from malignant sights forbidden
A deep, dark tunnel leading down
There it was a butterflies' town
I hear them call, I hark them sing
I see their tiny flirting wing...
© by Ruman Hafsa
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
"What is that you wanted to tell me?"
Everything that she mused to utter,
Appeared to dwindle away
Failing to convey, trying to cover it she emitted a mutter
(flashback)
*"Oh! Why can't I convey it?"
The room echoed by her repeated query
While she stared at her tired reflection
Only the seized silver image can hearken her clearly*
In fright of loosing someone;
The people who are her life's vital part
Failing to convey her love to them;
To the people who are the beat of her heart
But now, plucking some grit;
She desired to convey it all
"Uh...I uh... It was th...that" she stuttered
"Nothing much, how are you?" she finally call.
© by Ruman Hafsa
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 5:42 AM UTC
Some joyous days have passed away
And mournful days did too
More delightful days will it bring
And will also bring some rue
I know not how far I have come
And how far will I lam
Some former scheme still undone
And dreams still not sealed
I know not what this year will bring
By which ride I get pleased
I welcome this surprise of mine
And what it has for me to dine
Fasten up your belts my friends
To takeoff this new flight or fall
For we not know the destiny
But the pilot knows it all
And don't you panic if it's caught in storm
With an up & down a journey does form
© by Ruman Hafsa
2017
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
The soft chilly crystals
Falling from the sky
Has beauty of their own
Alluring than the beauty in summer lie
Flowers aren't dead everywhere
They are just in a deep slumber
Resting till the show begins
Then will blossom from their chamber
The routes all are covered in a veil
Like a child wrapped in a quilt drowse
And when the morn arrives
He will vibrantly from his bed arouse
Rubbing their eyes & smiling at the world
The chilly cold winter will surely subside
And when the spring arrives
The bloom in a valley will reside...
© by Ruman Hafsa
2016
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
*They seized her in a cage of demarcation
Bound her by the chains of instruction
Fastened her in a room of dissipation
Abandoned on an island of regulation
Stretching out her feathers of obstinacy
Her wings spread out against tyrrany
Squeaking a war cry of mutiny
She tried hard to gain her liberty
But tired she fell back vanquished
Her wings torn & twinged
And as she laid there curbed
Then it was that she realised
Twittering of her heart she discern
As the flutter of her wings couldn't listen
The true liberty for which she yearn
Should be from within she did learn
Not at all shackled was she
No chain or cage a hurdle could be
Hovering over the waves of her soul's sea
May be she was seized but indeed was free...*
**© by Ruman Hafsa
2016**
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC