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2.2k · Oct 2014
True Achievement
Deeba Oct 2014
On the mountain pinnacle i stand,
staring below at the lovely land.

The sky above
stands so close to my hands
it seems as though
i am in heaven
and had attained life saving salvation

I see all peace and solace,
in the arms of the splendid creation
of the almighty, so flawless.

Having reached this far
i question myself
"Is this what i wanted?
Is this called being successfull?
Have i reached my destination?
Did i overcome my fears?
Did i cross over my failures?"

No, i still dont get an answer.

Because I am not this.
I am a simple person,
who loves every simple thing in life,
surrounded by family and friends.

The actual achievement is
Being an adorable daughter,
a loyal wife,
a caring mother,
and above all a beautiful human being.

The road to actual success
is still far away.
But i know i have that in me,
to reach my destination
and achieve the true happiness in life.
1.8k · Jun 2015
Self pride(10w)
Deeba Jun 2015
One's prodigious feat
is a deceiving notion of
self pride
Dedicated to people who think they achieved such greatness in life, that they eventually drown in their false pride.
1.2k · Dec 2014
Deeba Dec 2014
Oh My dear Friend!
It is easy to drown in the sea of sorrow,
but it makes a human of quality
to convert the waves into a life saving boat
and row towards the destination of shore.
This is actually written in my native language hindi which goes by:

Dard ke is sagar me doob jana sabhi ko aata hai mere dost
Lekin lehron ko naav banake, kinare ko pehchan na hi zindagi hai.
1.0k · Mar 2015
Myriad of similitude
Deeba Mar 2015
To form a myriad of similitude
Thy were found in an ocean
following a flock of fish
without inferring the fact, that
only few shall reach the destination
who has determination
to follow the unendingly tiring
journey of self made dream

The rest shall only sashay half a distance
whenst thy realize their actual dream
971 · Aug 2017
Deeba Aug 2017
A world filled with magical aura
Where, Clouds look like angels in cloak
surroundings as an artist's imagination.
With no vegetation in the nearest sight
Only mysterious mountains of different texture and shapes
Fills your stomach with deep eternal joy.

No! its not a fairy land
nor our nearest planet neighbors
Its Earth at its highest point.
Untouched and naïve

It’s the Himalayas!!
Remembered my first ever bike ride from Ladakh to Srinagar in the northern part of India. It was so wonderful that i have no enough words to explain its beauty.
884 · Mar 2015
Secret of Happiness
Deeba Mar 2015
In the urge of finding the secret of happiness
I went through every emotion of life
and asked each one of them to
guide me
lead me
to the treasure trove containing the key of joy

Well, every emotion led me to a newer zone of feelings
But one such emotion called 'sorrow' showed me the mirror
and said,

"While i was hiding behind your eye lids
forming a sea of pain coming from your heart
I could only lighten your ail by flowing down your cheeks
as precious drops
these drops contriving themselves to make as beautiful pearls
are my dear, the secret of your happiness"

Finally, my urge was laid to rest and i murmured
"Thank you Sorrow for showing me the mirror
and never come back again, as
I do not want my happiness to wither"
Verily, the joy attained after going through immense pain
leads us to the greatest treasure of happiness
812 · Aug 2014
Dream world of cards
Deeba Aug 2014
The dream world built with pack of cards,
Stood always strong with the blessings of lord;

The wind of reality was never to touch,
So strong was the emotional clutch;

Love and faith played hide and seek,
Trying to reach a relation at mountain peak;

The eyes closed with full of dreams,
Never cared to wake up with clues of light beam;

The fairy land lying below the feet,
Started to feel the tremors of reality heat;

The cracks begotten by the tremors,
Let thee to have feelingless quivers;

The heaviness in the air was so strong,
that thou were found in the arms of wrong;

Eyes left wide open with sour and paleness,
Reaching the state of lifeless staleness;

The sea of tears dried up,
Leaving behind the salty death cup;

Before the eyes wake up from the dream,
A divine helping hand showed the path of river stream;

To purify self from the shadows of guilt,
And raise as a new soul rebuilt;

Finding the path between dream world and real world,
the search is on to reach the glory unfurled;

Keeping the packs of cards intact,
the dream world of cards is still on for the soul to reenact.
Deeba Dec 2014
Life is too short.
Within no time, today becomes yesterday,
Present becomes past memories.

Life gives a chance to correct mistakes until it’s too late.

If you realize it on time, you succeed.
If you do not
then you cannot catch the time after its gone past
716 · May 2015
Oh dear Bee!
Deeba May 2015
Oh dear Bee!
I have waited for you
right from being a small bud to
a beautifully blossomed flower

I fell in love with you
even before you were my lover

I allowed you
to consume,
to pollinate
my sugar rich nectar

But please do not
consume all the richness in me
and leave me to fall on the ground to wither

Let the wind ******* away,
before i die and fall on the ground
and let my petals spread
my beauty all around

Oh dear Bee!
I have loved you all my life
you were the one who fulfilled me
but the wind had been a true friend
who let me remain beautiful until i die.
667 · Mar 2015
The Father
Deeba Mar 2015
The first ever dream you had
He was the superhero in it who saved the world

He has always the been the critic
at the same time, a secret admirer

He has allowed you to fall on the ground
but he tought you a lesson to get up and learn

He has always been a strict army man of the house
With whom you would share your feelings less
But when he threw his ears to listen to you,
he even beats mom in understanding you better

Very often you wonder, that
he doesn't care for you
he doesn't love you as much as mom does
But, he was busy in giving you the bright future

He is like the Banyan tree for the family
who strives life long to give shelter to his family

He is the best ever teacher
best ever guide
best ever support system

He is the foundation of your life
Without him you wouldn't exist

He is the first ever superman for a son
the first ever love for a daughter

He is the best creation of God
He is the 'FATHER'
Many a times fathers are misunderstood for being very strict, they tend to throw strict rules, they expect a lot from kids.
But what ever they do, they do it for the good of their kids. They never mean to harm their kids.

Fathers dont care less than the mothers, they just dont show it.
624 · Oct 2014
Deeba Oct 2014
Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume button of life
Silence is painful. Torture. Silence is turning off the volume button of life
                                                            ­            inspired by "The Kite Runner"

There was a roar of pain, frustration, helplessness, but still the hearts echoed.
The light still glowed, but lost the spark day by day,

The voice around the darkness became quite,
The hearts gradually muted, filled with silence.
They don't talk, yet the others do the talking.

No one observes the silence. No one tries to break through it.
Lot of unspoken words, lot of excited questions.
Yet there is no one to answer.

Life with silent heart is a body without soul.
Lest they understood
605 · Jun 2015
The mountains and me
Deeba Jun 2015
Hidden behind the corner of my heart
the desire,
the temptation
to meet you,
to be with you
brings me towards you
at every possible opportunity

As you grow tall and tall
you send cottony clouds
to embrace me
with a beautiful hug

You stand all around me
caress me with your enigmatic charm
playing hide and seek
while i ride through you

You enlighten me at every moment
with your pals,
the moon,
the dark sky
and various stars

Finally, you spread the carpet
of green meadows under my feet
and let me sleep a deep sleep
as though I am in my mothers womb
and I have no fear anymore

Defines the unending love for you in me
and defines a strong relation ever emerged
"The mountains and me"
Dedicated to my best friend..
596 · Jan 2017
A Poet's Pen and its moods
Deeba Jan 2017
When there is a cloud of sorrow, a poet's pen learns to walk.
When the sorrow intensifies with heavy showers, the pen learns to dance and creates magic.

When peace and tranquility prevails, the poet's pen starts to wamble. It gets difficult for it to take each and every step.
And during the summer of happiness, the pen moves to a corner and suffocates to death.
The best poem from a poet's dairy comes out only during sorrow.
The heart break brings very strong emotions into words. Whereas during happiness, the poet forgets all her words and enjoys every moment of joy.

This is my first poem in almost 4 months.
592 · Sep 2016
Struggle within
Deeba Sep 2016
I stand on the pathway with blank eyes,
With a big frown staring at the sky;
I see the darkness behind the sun light,
alas, they could read the fear in me with an insight.

But they don't, as there is no darkness remains here after,
It is only my fear, fear of failure which is masking  the joy with a plaster.

I know that fear will lose the battle one day,
and inner strength will join the hands with joy.
allowing me to see only brightness behind the sunshine and no other darkness hereafter.
Remembering the struggles of my past and how i overcame it with positivity. Hope this happiness and optimism stays with me forever.
572 · Sep 2015
Travel Bug
Deeba Sep 2015
Travel bug!
that bit me a year ago
is spreading a venomous
scent of freshness within me
that I am being dragged towards
the inane spell cast by Nature.

And I am dying the dead life
that i had lived so far
and enjoying the craziness
spread by the venom.
568 · Aug 2015
Deeba Aug 2015
In the depths of desire,
when love is drowning into unknown spheres;
There raises a lotus
in the form of 'Hope'
and helps love to stay afloat
558 · Feb 2015
Deeba Feb 2015
A bug
to explore
to conquer
the known
the unknown,
a win in the battle against self
by overcoming fears and guilt.
529 · Nov 2014
Unanswered questions
Deeba Nov 2014
I did knock the tree trunk
Harder and harder,
as though i am a woodpecker.
in search of something inside it
and to ask the question
But what i get,
is not an answer,
but a few dried leaves
waiting to fall on me and die on the ground.

I did throw pebbles
on the banks of a river
Farther and Farther,
in the quest of something below the water
to ask the question.
But what i get
is not an answer,
but a splash of tiny drops
waiting to touch my skin and get dried up.

I did run in the direction of the wind
Faster and faster
to defeat it, to stop it
and to ask the question
But what i get
is not an answer
but a heavy breathlessness
eating up my energy, and splashing the sweat all over.

And finally i did fight with God
and prayed with utter dedication
But I still don't get an answer
Because he says, the answer is within me
My conscience should answer and no one else.

He says: "Its alright not to know the answers
For they are meant to come to you
when you least expect them."
529 · Jul 2015
Deeba Jul 2015
Wrong is in their mind
so they see all wrong around them.
They do the wrong
to themselves and to others,
without knowing, that
they are the ones
who will be wronged in the end
518 · Jan 2015
A kite
Deeba Jan 2015
There falls the mystic moon light
from my room window
into the tail of a kite

The gift that it was
thrown into a corner
not knowing the importance
lied into a shady vagueness

the light beam dwells deep into the tail
and catches my attention
realizing the patterns
that it drew
using small hops and curls
with a pleasant breeze

Brings in my senses to action
to realize and perceive
that, it may be a normal gift
by the giver

But for me it's
a hope
a desire
a wish
a faith

to take the flight
and soar to a new height
conceived by a kite festival in India
502 · Sep 2014
A joyful heartpound
Deeba Sep 2014
One life changing decision
to get out of the self abase

The determination to fulfill
the only dream to get out of the lifeless pace

keeping aside all the challenges
irrespective of health, work and other urban race

Thou flew to an unknown territory
Keeping aside all the emotional slake

The first eyesight on the mistic mountains
Got the heart pounding from above the sky's trace

A very warm welcome
Expected, unepxtected emotions flow as grace

Those long journeys on an autobot
witnessed the relentless beauty and its gace

The dust, the heat, the sand, the rain, the sky
all bestowed their blessings on the way

The surreal mountains, rivers, desserts, pathways
are an experience of a lifetime in a perfect present phase

Emotions bloomed keeping aside all the hatred
The camp near the lake, led to a perfect proposal to amaze

An ideal birthday gift full of emotions
Left behind all the nuance of night and day

A fully satisfied heart
with no qualms takes along memories as a poetic phrase

And shall remain joyful
Till they are blessed and the last breath remains
498 · Aug 2017
Walk into my life (10w)
Deeba Aug 2017
Walk into my life
And leave imprints of your goodness
492 · Dec 2014
Walk with the Wind
Deeba Dec 2014
Walk with the wind, says all

And the wind shall make you fly
but only till a distance,
Beyond that it is your strength
your ability to fly farther.
If you dont,
you will be thrown into unknown spheres
leaving you all alone for ever.

But I say, do not walk with the wind
Stand strong and *****
In a way that you can build the strength
to face the winds from all directions
to face the rains
to face the scorching sun
and finally to feel the cool and pleasant breeze
bringing you back to your nascent self
and keep the journey going.
471 · May 2018
Deeba May 2018
A fresh splash of water
into one's face
is all that is needed
to awaken the half dead
from the dreamy fantasy
into today's insipid world.
469 · Oct 2014
Those enthralling nights
Deeba Oct 2014
The approach of dawn
and the chilly cold breeze,
the languid movement of trees
and the dance of bush

The shroud of stars
covering the sky
and the proudish gaze of moon
appreciating self
on the lake mirror with a fetish eye.

The small grains of sand
moving steadily
as though musical piano keys
hugging each other
to generate the rhythmic tease.

The wind blowing tardily
flows through the alley of mystic mountains
rendering a slow and steady euphony
into thou's veins like a fountain.

Such was the beauty of those nights
miles away from home
into the arms of nature
and the perfect company
longing from years,
marks the beginning
of the best days
coming in the near future.
Deeba Oct 2014
"Diya, Diya where are you?"
Oh! Mom calls me from behind
allowing me not to be myself,
restricting me to meet the world
in and of itself.
why does she do this to me?
why cant she let me be?

It is so colorful outside.
the world is waiting for me
to feel the pride.
There comes the warning from behind
seeing the excitement in my eyes
counseling "Don't fall prey,
for the world is deceiving you,
you will not be welcomed,
you will not be spared,
you are not old enough
to perceive the threat.
you will only have me
who has always cared".

No words of wisdom would stop me,
as i am the pigeon, and i am set to live free.

I take my first step out
tumbling down
and still getting up
trying to fly.
I finally take my first leap
and start flying
as if i am on the cloud nine and
the entire sky is mine.
Greeting the fellow birds
welcoming them to my nest,
i feel the freshness in the air
and start winging like waves.

My first flight was so splendid
until a sharp edged object
pierced my wings
and let me fall
on the ground unattended.

I now realize
why mother was so protective
warning of the threats,
but i gave a deaf ear
only to infer
that she was right.
I could have waited
for some more time
rather lying in here
being penalized.
461 · Nov 2014
The rays
Deeba Nov 2014
In the midst of a bright day
when sky gets covered up with dark clouds
it jeopardizes the well beings
of daily nuances.

But they fail to realize
that until you don't witness the darkness
you don't tend to appreciate
the beauty of the bright rays
peeping from behind the dark clouds

The mesmerizing rays
touches the soul skin deep
refreshes the senses
reclaims the victory of life
regenerates the novelty
and preserves the energy
to face another dark phase
460 · Sep 2014
Favorite Day
Deeba Sep 2014
"What day is it,?" asked Pooh
"Its today", squeaked piglet.
"My favorite day,"said Pooh. - Winnie the Pooh

As Winnie the pooh says, every day should be favorite with new exuberance and enthusiasm.

Just like the mystic morning sunrise embraces me every single day,
The pleasantness in climate today brought back the child in me like a play.
The soothing music from my favorite composer of recent time,
With my best pal, my car; we enjoyed every moment of nature and chime.
413 · Sep 2014
A proposal of 20 days
Deeba Sep 2014
It started with an instant 'Yes',
Because the love in her heart never ends.
The proposal which was longing for years,
Has happened in an unexpected spheres.
But, Within seconds, thought processing started,
affecting the heart which was darted,
and the excitement in his heart suffered.
I know the night which could have been much more special,
But, was laid back in a thinking tussle.
The thought was not about the acceptance,
It was about to get out of the painful depression,
It was about to recreate the magic of essence.

But the mistakes of the past,
which are now years old,
Still play a spoil sport.
Love gets overshadowed with

Can True love ever end?
If it regenerates, in 20 days does it descend?

Perhaps, that was not love,
It was only the need of reality thereof.

Only almighty knows what prevails in our fate,
I so badly long to be in his arms till the last date,
Just trying to bring back my soul from an emotional abate.
412 · Dec 2014
I was Born
Deeba Dec 2014
Safe and secure was I inside
Felt the warmth, care and love
Made movements when i enjoyed
Was excited to see the world outside

I came out with a brief pain
Outside seems to be much different
Scared and strange feelings prevailed
But could enjoy seeing all happy, smiley faces

Lot of other cries made me cry
But a tender touch wiped my tears
Just as the power that sent me here

My eyes wide open observing people, wondering what is happening
And then a voice whispered to me saying i was born
A new life, a new world, a new beginning

Yes, I was born.
This poem was written for a special one's birthday in 2012.
409 · Sep 2016
Birth of love
Deeba Sep 2016
Little butterfly
living a normal life

Was wandering helter-skelter
on a fateful day
for something within her
she never understood

that day was very different
filled with dark clouds,
but, a ray of light
was following her all along

Night approached with a bunch of stars

Wondering what was wrong
She kept staring at the moon
and found a shooting star
approaching the ground
as though to take her along

That was the moment
she realized what was missing in her
the sparks from the shooting star
took her soul away from her and vanished
as though they were meant to be together till the eternity

That was the day he was born
and she gave away her heart and soul
to give birth once again a year later
as a human, and
to live a beautiful happy life ever after.
On the eve of my loved ones birthday :)
406 · Sep 2015
The Change
Deeba Sep 2015
Was the change so inevitable?
If this change brought any other change,
then is the other change really worth it?
394 · Jan 2015
Troubled soul
Deeba Jan 2015
Oh! Dear troubled Soul

Dont you see
how the bud blossoms into a beautiful flower
how the river gives birth from mountains
how a small seed gives birth to a giant tree
how a small spark of fire destroys an entire forest
How every shade of your life is been created and developed

A mere human has no power to do any of these
Then why and how can you take the privilege
of taking others lives in your hands
by torturing and killing them.

Faith and religion was meant to build humanity
Not to be inhuman and develop insanity.

Please grow up!!
Extremely disheartened by the way things are turning up in the name of faith. They are just creating hatred among others about their own religion. I am a true Muslim, and i feel very disgusting when some one says your people have created this nuisance. They are not among us, they are among no one. They just know to **** people with lame justifications.

They are only part of a religion called 'Terror'.
381 · Mar 2017
Bin to vase
Deeba Mar 2017
I am a Bin
Left over,
Always stinking.

No one sees me with a smile
They show disgust towards me

And then
Stars started orbiting differently
Magic happens.

I am seen as a flower vase

A flower vase
Always enriched, with
different types of flowers

All appreciate my beauty
I am a cynosure

They come to me
Smell me
Absorb my fragrance
Refreshing themselves

It gives me immense pleasure
when I freshen them

But its not always the same
Sometimes they overlook me
Leaving me to stink in rotten flowers

The story repeats.

Yesterday, I was a bin
Today, I am a vase

And nothing much changed

So! I don't care anything anymore.
378 · Feb 2015
Never alone
Deeba Feb 2015
I sat near my window pane
and i could watch the traffic flow like rain
Suddenly a memory flashes in my mind
and i reach out for a hand to feel the comfort
but, there is no one out there
it feels terrible

I walk alone on an empty pathway covered with snow
It gets slippery sometimes
my steps fumble,
and i reach out for a hand to hold me
and not letting me fall
but, there is no one out there
it feels terrible

I stare at empty walls of my room
i get scared of loneliness
of something eerie
and i look for a hand to hold me and say
"I am there, Dont worry"
but, there is no one out there
it feels terrible

Finally, I close my eyes and
went into a dream land
where voices echoed
saying "We are here, waiting for you"
Dont get scared, We are always there next to you"

I wake up by the sunlight beam
falling on me, through
the snow flakes on my window pane
reflecting in my eyes like a diamond's glare
bringing a big smile on my lips and making me aware

That, Family and special ones are always there
Next to you where ever you go
Never feel alone..
375 · Sep 2014
That day, I wonder
Deeba Sep 2014
I wonder why am i sitting in here,
waiting for someone who was a dear.
the clock keeps ticking ,
and says its getting late duckling.
There i see the glimpse of a man ,
with looks resembling an ancient angelic clan.
Oh, that white T shirt,
hugging it tight like a frozen desert,
my heart pumps with joy seeing the smartness,
then rests in shadows, feeling the past madness.
Heart says, should i? should i not?
appreciate or reject the big smile.
I know this guy from years,
never did i observe his masculinity with cheers.
Finally, I bring my thoughts to cease,
bringing the friend in me and welcome him with peace.
372 · Nov 2017
Deeba Nov 2017
Long long ago, not so long ago
a small tiny bud blossomed
into an amorous beautiful flower
with a soul of love.

It pledged to the God
" You poison me
You pluck me
and throw me on the ground.
I will remain strong
in their hearts
Until death sets them apart."

God was challenged
by this little flower

He sent snow, thunder, hail storms
cyclones, tsunamis, heat waves
to **** the flower.
But nothing worked. Sigh!..

Then he sent mystical bees
to **** its nectar and shatter it down.

Slowly but steadily
the battle of love was fading
But its faith was so strong
that it stood up yet again
refusing to die.

God was pleased by the devotion
and vowed to keep it alive
as long as it wishes to.

Today after an year of togetherness
in the institution of marriage
blessed by the god and all the loved ones
the little flower shines with pride
more than ever
and spreads smiles all over.
351 · Aug 2014
A night to remember
Deeba Aug 2014
Heavy expectations, preparations galore,
To witness the night of glory and L'amore.

Moon was eager to rise and sun refuted to set,
That was the charisma of the night which the two souls beget.

Time was running and hearts started pounding,
To reach the destination and visualize the hearts rebounding.

An Italian rendezvous, at an Indian enigma of nizam,
In an exotic style of feast, they share a conversation of purism.

The joy within was inexplicable,
With the right aroma of love on table.

The rich culture of India's great glory,
With the classic mixture of king's short story.

The ******, an unmissable moment,
With the hand in hand the souls enjoy the love slogan.

Hearts were filled with joy,
And the angels bestowed their blessings and foy.

The night ended with heart full emotions,
Satisfied with magical love potion.

Reality made a dreadful turn,
Magical to ludicrous was that moment, spent with a deceitful spurn.

Falseness prevailed all over,
bringing down the purity to filthy left over.

Drenched in the sea of sorrow,
That night remained more like a knight mare, killing the beautiful tomorrow.

Certainly, that was the glory of the night
That it shall be remembered in the memories in sight.
347 · Dec 2014
Deeba Dec 2014
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep

- Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
335 · Aug 2016
Milky White
Deeba Aug 2016
Heavenly land with romantic angels linger on my mind,
corrupting my senses not to return to the green land.

Oh the milky white mountains, milky white pathway, milky white clouds covering all my view as though kissing each other
Don't know where to draw the line

In this heaven i do not understand where do i stand
on the clouds or on the land
332 · Aug 2016
Heaven and Earth
Deeba Aug 2016
With the urge to reach the heavens
I kept walking until there was no more earth left
And I could not even reach the skies

Oh Dear Lord!
How do I know?
Where is the heaven and where is the earth.
Original version in Hindi+Urdu :) English version is a bit modified.

Falak tak chalne ka arman leke
hum chalte gaye chlate gaye
jana ki zameen hi kam padgayi,
aur aasaman bhi choo na paye...

Oh mirza ke galib,
tum kya jano
kahan falak hai aur kahan zameen
Deeba Jul 2014
On the clouds i stand,
all that i used to dream on land

flying high like a falcon,
above the milky white clouds in action

all the dreams coming true,
with nostalgic feelings bidding adieu

heart pounds for a lonely travel,
accompanied by a stranger of sheer marvel

with a barrier of language we talk long,
unknowingly confined into a strong bond

Those fairy like red dressed angels,
with a big smile care me without being stranger

I see lush green mountains from above the top,
those dazzling visuals make my heart to hop

And i end the journey with a big smile,
heavily satisfied for travelling the long flight

That lonely journey crossing seven seas,
I stand proud to have achieved it with ease.
322 · Oct 2015
Deeba Oct 2015
A man says,
"In the urge of living a better life
and to get a better choice
I have tasted all the possible choices.
But one choice which I always had
at the back of my mind is what I am left with today.
And I don't know if this is my choice which leads me to a better life".
And I say,
Go for a choice where Ur heart is,
Your heart will lead you to a better life not a mere choice.
Deeba Oct 2014
Romantic heavenly land with romantic heavenly angels linger on my mind,
corrupting my senses not to return to the green land.

Oh the milky white mountain, milky white pathway, milky white clouds
kissing each other, don't know where to draw the line

In this heaven i do not understand where do i stand
on the clouds or on the land
318 · Jul 2014
Deeba Jul 2014
Lonely I walk,
with an empty heart;
Deaf I stand,
with mute voices;
Guilt echoes,
tears drain;
Goal lacks,
within pale life;
Empty dreams,
eyes wide open;
Haunting past,
Foresight lost;
Here I stand;
Nowhere to go,
to life or to Death
Only God Knows
308 · Dec 2014
Love me!!
Deeba Dec 2014
Love me for what I am, and not for what i look
Love me only if i deserve the love and not for the mercy that you feel
Love me for the beauty of my inner soul and not for the money and not for any worldly desire
Love me even when i am not with you, but don't hate me when i am closer to you
Love me for the connection that we have, but not for the passion and desire
Love me like a mother to a child, like a devotee to god, like the nature to skies for i am the love and i am everywhere in you.
293 · Nov 2014
Dark phase
Deeba Nov 2014
The lethargic phase of my life seems to be so equivocal
that is ******* the left out energy in the soul like a daemon
292 · Apr 2018
A way out of social trap
Deeba Apr 2018
Be social, be active
but don't be selective

Emote feelings that please all
but don't spread hatred
that gain momentum

When in need, take a stand
find a solution.
Don't be a scarecrow
who takes opinions
and makes a fact out of it

Play no blame game
You are just a pawn
in the larger battle of truth
You will be tricked at the end
And there will be no way out
Saddened by the social media eruption on every other topic these days.
290 · Feb 2017
Deeba Feb 2017
Best in you is yet to be discovered.
Just believe.
283 · Oct 2014
A struggle within
Deeba Oct 2014
I stand on the pathway with blank eyes,
With a big frown staring at sky.
I see the darkness behind the sun light,
alas, they could read the fear in me with an insight.

But they don't, as there is no darkness here after,
It is only my fear, fear of failure which is masking  the joy with a plaster.

I know that fear will lose the battle one day.
and inner strength will join the hands with joy.
allowing me to see only brightness behind the sunshine and no other darkness hereafter,
Making the pursuit of happiness to stay in here with a bright laughter
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