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

and whenever i get sad,
i want to put my head on your shoulder and explain my problems to u.....
memoona kazmi

i took paints of my love,
used the brush of truth,
gave few strokes of generosity,
gave it touch of hues,
oh honey look i painted you.........

sugar coated people,
we all are,
dressed up in cloaks,
cloaks of sweet words,
uttered by cherry lips,
inside those cloaks,
we are just humans,
on the outside,
but beasts from inside,
with our brutal eyes,
hiding our darkside,
it's not that,
i just am,
or you just are,
the bitter truth is,
we all are...........

if my poetry can describe how much i love you,
all the pages in world can never be enough......

and when you whisper love in my ears,
i promise i can fight the whole world for that.....

if i ever lost direction,
you are my pole star to guide me my way.......

your one smile,
is the solution to of my infinite problems...
-memoona kazmi

under the shades,
of those thick,long,black lashes,
were the pearls,
waiting to jump out of the window,
waiting eagerly to roll down his cheeks,
but there was a rule ,
which he should abide by,
that men never cry.......

I am the first drop of dew,
That falls on,
Flowers of different hue,
I am the sweetness of tea,
and bitterness of coffee
I am the cloud,
That has both
Thunder and rain,
I am the
Strong wind,
That blows,
I am the sweet whistling wind,
That brings peace,
I am the water fall,
I am the sea,
I am the sky and the stars,
I am the beauty,
I am the beast,
I am no ordinary person,
I am a woman…………..

i dont care if you are not a prince charming,
i can be your princess charming and save you from dragons....

i want to be girl decoit,
to steal all your sadness and fill your life with happiness......

i am sorry,
i am sorry that i just couldn't,
make sense out of it all,
i didn't realize,
that you wanted me ,
to call that sand castle,
buckingham palace of yours,
i am sorry
that i was such a fool,
for saving you from drowning,
without knowing,
you were the fish,
surviving in that ***** water,
i am sorry that i wanted to,
save you from darkness,
without getting a notion,
that darkness was what
you have been craving for,
i am just sorry that i could understand,
that your tongue addicted ,
to that cheap vine of lies,
had no taste for the holy water of truth...
_memoona kazmi

i am never going to be happy again,
so don't try to tell me,
i will be the happiest,
when i already know,
i can't get that,
don't make me believe that,
everyone loves me,
when i know,
they don't love me,
so dont try to convince me that,
everything will change,
i will start smiling again...

now kindly read from bottom to top

we all are in a journey,
a journey of self,
journey of forage,
we all are craving for us,
craving for real us,
and the journey,
seems to continue,
until we find someone,
on the same path,
with same notion,
the one we can communicate,
not through words,
but by silence
by eyes,
and that moment
we realize,
they aren't any other person,
they were the parts of our own soul,
split up by GOD,
to keep us in a journey,
journey of self.....

if you ever confessed it to her,
that you love her,
then don't leave her......

and whenever i ask you to leave me alone,
i want you to grab me from my shoulder and tell me that you are never going to leave me...
-memoona kazmi

I'll love you
Even if the whole sky melts
To the blue water in the oceans,

I'll love you
Even if the whole world
Stands against us

I'll love you
Even if the golden sun
Burns to ashes the woods we lived in,

I'll love you
Evn if you keep on saying
That you dont

I'll love you
ALWAYS.....

when the bells of your love peals,
my deaf heart starts dancing on the rythm....
-memoona kazmi

after you,
i can't hear the chants,
of nightingales that once sat,
on the branches of the tree,
outside my window,
i don't see any flower,
bloom in red,
i can't feel rain,
falling on me,
i can't smell the petrichor it left,
in other word,
after you,
o have lost my senses,
i have lost myself....

with the melody of modesty,
harmony of heaven,
rythm of romance,
texture of thrill,
pitch of perfection,
tempo of trust,
she was the best song,
ever written.....

if i am going to be a poet,
you will be my poetry.......

everything will change,
the flowers blooming today,
will turn brown,
and die,
the sunlight caressing your cheeks,
will burn your face,
the sea you are swimming in today,
will drown you,
the sand you built your castles in,
will engulf your whole kingdom,
the people claiming to love you,
you will watch them walking away,
you will watch the lines of your hands,
fade as if they never existed,
and all you would do,
is sit carelessly,
watch your whole world trembling,
and the worst part,
you wont be able to do anything about it............

and when you no longer see me,
in the hurly burly world of yours,
or hear my voice,
in the screaming noises of yours,
or no longer see my shadow,
in the darkness of night,
pick my notebook up,
and ponder over it's every word,
go through it's every page,
caress every line of my poetry,
and when you realize it was all about you,
hush.....
dont even dare to say,
that you could have loved me,
never say that,
because you should have,
when i was alive,
coz now it's of no use,
to blow the trumpets of love,
on lump raised,
called my grave.......

fairy lights hanging on the walls of circus,
sweet music,nice colours,talented acrobats,
a man dressed in red and white,
with his smile shining bright,
a little red lipstick,
and a little white under the eyes,
kids feared him,
for them he was scary,
adults laughed at him,
as they found him funny,
i sat and gazed,
after hearing his jokes,
noticing one thing i was amazed,
i saw his bright smile,
hid his glistened eyes,
behind that funny face,
was a clown,
fighting withing with pain,
that day i realized,
not all those who laugh ,
are happy and,
all those who don't cry are sad.............
-memoona kazmi

the dream,
i dream frequently,
is you,
reciting my poetry,
sitting in that cozy chair,
which belongs only to me,
with your arms on my study table,
in your dappled blue shirt,
with your sleeves half folded,
with your eyes on my words,
and every time you ,
see your name,
you lift your archly eyelashes,
give a glance,
pass a smile,
and start reading again,
i dream ,
you bite your lower lip,
every time i say ,
i love you,
so i keep on dreaming,

They say ,
They know me,
They love me,
They understand me,
That’s not fascinate me,
What intrigues me the most,
Is what will they do,
To themselves,
When they’ll truly understand me……….

every night,
i hear your countless chuckles,
echoing in my room,
they are my favourite lullabies,
the reads your stories to me,
the best bed time stories of my life,
the stars tell tale of yours,
in the flickering flame of my candle,
i see only your face,
the white fairies murmur your name in my ears,
and every ruck of my bedspread,
is an attestor,
that all my night,
i think of you.......

i am lost,
i have nowhere to go,
if i go left,
my demons show up,
if i go right,
my miseries veil me,
if i go back,
my past frightens me,
if i go front,
i get stuck in web of my thoughts,
so i'll just come to you,
because in you,
i find my escape,
to my sinking titanic,
you are the safe boat,
so open your arms,
hold me close,
dont let me go,
stay with me........

at the age of 15 ,
she thought everything is good,
love is amazing,
at age of 18.
having her heart broken by some guy,
she thought,
love was just ****,
at the age of 30,
she knows ,
love always comes with a little bit of sufferings,
its us who are not brave enough to face the challenges of love,
and make it worth fighting for,
a little pain and one heart break thought her so much.......

when i look at you,
i wonder how can someone be so perfect even with his imperfections.........
-memoona kazmi

Do you remember
All the roads we’ve walked together,
With hands in hands,
When you used to whisper my name,
In my ears,
Do you remember
The days
When we didn’t need
Any reason to stay together,
We were happy the
Way we were
When we used to sit in coffee shops
For hours and hours,
When we didn’t need
Any words to speak,
Do you remember?
Because I do,
And the worst part,
I think I always will………

and when i said my last goodbye,
a little piece of my soul,
broke from me,
and flew in infinity,
i wanted you to,
hold me from my shoulder and shake me,
shake me till i change my decision,
i wanted you to remind me,
of all the roses you left in my room,
i wanted to listen your ,
"please dont go"
i wanted you to grab my hand,
and say,
you would never let me go,
i wanted you to shout out aloud to the world,
you will never ever let me leave you,
but you didnt even made a single gesture,
to stop me,
from walking away,
so i just chose to walk away,
because i knew at that moment,
that my absence will not effect you,
because my presence never did......

And again I returned
To sleep, when I knew
I am in your dream

i dont need any superhero to save me,
i am already living in the paradise of my dad..........

and when you,
are forced,
to put on a smile,
be buried in graves,
of your own words,
every minute feels like,
scratching your nails,
on rough,
hard rocks,
it feels as if,
your head will burst,
as if,
you will start bleeding,
it all happens,
apparently,
you stand there,
still,firm and straight,
but only you know,
that inside,
you are screaming,
shouting,pleading,
for aid,
but how come they know,
you are hurt,
they are blind,
blind from the real eyes,
blind from all the pain.......

I didn't take the medicines you prescribed
Or the advices you adviced
Since we talked
I feel better

i wish i had a vanishing cloak,
to hide you from all the sadness of this world.

if you are going to correct me,
i will never stop making mistakes.......

Your one teardrop
Overflow a river and sadden my heartland

it's like newton's law hold in our case,
you attract me toward you with infinite force....
memoona kazmi

and whenever you fall,
my hands will be there to catch you...
memoona kazmi

lips that once used to smile,
have started to abuse,
eyes that once used to shine,
are now busy in crying,
hands that once used to paint,
have started writing,
mouth that once used to sing,
has now,
started reciting poetry,
loving the wrong person,
taught her so much new..........

And when my guardians failed to protect me,
I left myself
On the mercy of these vultures,
I can feel them,
Tangling their beaks
In my warm flesh,
Piercing it,
Feasting on it,
I hear my blood spill
Drop after drop
Sanctifying every grain of Earth,
I can smell,
The sweet metallic smell,
Blending in the air
I hear *****
***** of their wings
Drenched in my blood,
I watch blood dripping from their beaks,
I can see the fibres of my blood
Stuck inside those nefarious nails,
As they tear my carcass
I watch my guardians
The silent spectators
Oh I Want them to make it stop,
To step forward,
Oh I do want them to...........

silly girl,
little does she know,
they believe the smile,
not dare to look in the eyes,
the eyes hiding the lies,
little do they know,
she's been crying all night,
silly girl,
~little does she know~

in the world of black and white,
you are my screaming red colour.....
-memoona kazmi

my mom told me,
beware of monsters,
she never told me ,
to beware of men masked monsters......