shut the door,
close the blinds,
hanging on those windows,
don't look out honey,
just look at the beautiful world,
i have built for you,
in this sweet little house,
look at the lilies we planted together,
they are now blooming,
don't look at the trees on fire,
see i have built a tree house for you,
forget the dead flowers in neighbor's garden,
see how happy we are in our own little world,
forget about the miseries of the world...........
-memoona kazmi

If words were pastels colors
And my pen a painters brush
I'd write for you
A masterpiece
On my canvas
Stark and white

A canopy
In shades of blue
High clouds
In wisps of white
No threat of rain
Do they hold
Nor filter out the sun


Then the background...
An Ocean vast
far as eye can see
It offers no colors of its own
But steals from sky above

Next some sail boats
in the wind.
Some near,
some far from shore
With bright and playful
Bellowed sails
Just like a child's toy

Adding depth
To canvas' still
I'd paint some waves
in rhyme
Reaching forth
with frothy brows
Curling towards
The beckoning shore

A gull or two,
or five or more
Black streaks
on unseen breeze
No details needed
To Them defined
Painted free in flight are they

While others aves
when tide is low
Search for shells or *****
A feast
Are painted not as streaks
Of black
But in details to be seen

But still my painting's
Though sublime, and grand
As you might read it's lines
There's something lacking
For your minds eye
That would add
A personal touch

Ah, it's you
On sand of white
Your dress catching  
breezes soft
A woven hat to block
sun's rays
Being held
by your right hand

Arms, legs
And feet so tan
Beach chair
Umbrella furled
Glistening lotion
Though applied
Goes Unnoticeable to reader's eyes

So now that my palette 's
Job is done
brushstrokes of ink had dried
I stand back eyes closed
Take a breath
And sigh a sigh of why
Why we write in words and pose
Instead of paint and brush
It's because our minds
And thoughts are more
Then a canvas can ever hold

let the winds keep blowing against us,
let the sun blow his rage onto us,
let the water rush around us,
for they can't harm,
as long as we are 'us'
-memoona kazmi

I don't understand the want
For an absent parent's pride
I'd rather plot and plan with the one whose been at my side.
You can't be proud of trees you didn't grow
While you were off sowing oats
I was sowing stories as a way to cope
"Ryan, understand it's a mutual hate"
I've rerun that line in my mind a couple times
Then realized even your explanations are fake.
In my court, you hold no water
you should do what you do best
And don't bother, I'm proud of me.

All the kids who use to mock me in school
Use the same lame names for every kid
Cheers to Matthew, they called me Harry Potter too
I guess we just stupified them with creativity
Only to see those people grow to be losers for their longevity
While we can turn this water to ***
They still sit stunned.
Give me my cape back, I'm not done.

They tell you not to conform
Then they fight you until you make your own lane
Im playing the same game you chose
But I'm button mashing Konami codes
Until I can make a march of fifty men
Let's hear the backlash of my actions then
All the sudden it's silence until they all cheer
While I'm doing my own, everyone is living in fear
Am I the only one really living here?