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Gul e Dawoodi Feb 2015
That*  angel  with  a  broken  wing
Sitting  on    broken  swing
Trying  to  hide  her  pain
So  ­that  she  may  gain
The  power  to  fly  again­
But  suddenly  it  rains
And  her  wing  grows  ­again
So  shiny  and  bright
Like  a  very  stro­ng  light
Now  I  see  her  flying  in  the  sk­ies
Higher  than  ever  she  *glides
People come and go.
Some break your heart and some heal it.
But in the end it's just you!
Never let yourself be their toy.
Be strong because you are precious.
Gul e Dawoodi Feb 2015
She was told,
There  is  always  something  special  ­about  what  people  hold
Talented people who are perfect at their job,
And they have a talent that no one can rob
She  thought  she   too  had  something   precious,
Something inside her waiting to be discovered
Tried  to   get   it   all  out,
But ended up soon
Because  she  was  a  moon,
Who  n­eeds  sun   to  sparkle  at  night
Just like that, she had no light,
No  talent  and   no   beauty,
Rough and scattered personality
She  is  losing  faith  in  herself   day  by   day,
Losing every single reason to be gay
Over thinking ruins personality. But what if that's the only thing you are good at?
Gul e Dawoodi Feb 2015
In order to be glee
One's mind should be free
Free of burdens and exhaustion
Only such life is a satisfaction

This world is a dungeon for us
That is why we have created so much fuss
Just like  birds trapped in a cage
Waiting for the door to open, they gaze.

So let them overburden you with their expectations
And don't say a word about it in hesitation
Just do what they say
As long as you stay
Life is so exhausting,tough and unfair.
Gul e Dawoodi Jan 2015
Afraid  of  this  miserable  world
I  found  peace  in  my  loneliness
Discouraged by the society
And being an insecure mess
To  be  lonely  I  guess,
is  simply  the  best.
  Jan 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Javaria Waseem
“I’ll be there in a minute.” I shouted as I heard my brother calling me out. The whole village was gathering around the grand fire that was lit near the whispering trees. Every year, on the eve of the ninth full moon, the whole village was gathered around the fire to share stories and sing the old folk songs. I never knew why but it always soothed my soul in a very bizarre way.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes traced down my dark brown curls sitting on my shoulders down to the pendant of the snake that I was wearing.

My old nanny had gifted it to me this morning. “This was made when you were born, my little angel.” I brushed the fine bronze carving with my fingers. The details of the snake’s skin felt so real. The snake was curled up as if trying to hide in himself. “What’s the snake for, nanny?” I had asked her, flipping the pendant over. There was something about that little piece of jewelry that I could not take my eyes off it.“Do you know that a snake sheds off its skin as it grows a new one?” she had replied softly. “But they don’t just remove the old skin; they also remove the parasites along.”

Her words echoed in some distant part of my mind. “Snakes shed their skins.”

I stepped out under the open sky. The stars were all lined up as if waiting for my arrival. Everybody stopped chattering, even the great fire burning turned silent.

The old nanny broke the motion and moved towards me. “Come, my child”, she welcomed me with a smile. With that everyone lowered their gaze and bent down on their knees. The local women started singing the old folk song that I heard since I was a kid but only now the words made sense to me.

“It’s finally the time for the snake to shed its skin,
on this night, we all gather to welcome our new princess
to whom we vow to obey and please
who’ll rule the kingdom of the whispering trees.”
  Jan 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
ThePoet
You'll never remember
the bad when
you're in the
good

But you'll always
remember the good
when you're in
the bad

Pain is the
greatest necessity
of pleasure

©
Gul e Dawoodi Jan 2015
How*  does  it  feel  like
when  you  carry  a  ­bag  full  of  books?
I  hope  that  it  doesn't  feel  like  a  burden  as  it  looks­,

I  wish  to  study  just  like  you,
scamperin­g  towards  the  school   before  the  first  bell  in  a  crew,

But  you­  know  what  I  do?
infront  of  your  school  ­I  sit  and   polish  your  *shoe!
Education is the right of every child.
Earning money is the responsibility of parents.
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