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

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

There doesn't go a single day
When they did not quarrel
Trying to stop them, mother say
Animals are better, they have moral

The sister playing with a doll
Brothers are always wicked
Grab the doll & race through the hall
Ran into the room & over the bed

She chased him round the kitchen
But  the doll could not be retreated
Caught him finally in the garden
Seized the doll & fled

But in your awful times
It's them you turn upon
From parents, hide away your crimes
And guide you in right & wrong

Not a single day have passed
When they did not fight
But if you would have asked
Cared for every wrong & right...

© by Ruman Hafsa
2016

And it's very well said
Life is all about second chances
Once moved on
Should be thrown back a few glances

A mistake do not always wither
The bond, but sometimes, strengthen
When a person felonious
Feels so much guilt then

Forgive, for thy relation
Forgive for the person guilty
Forgive for thy own self
Forgive for both of thee

Hence I once again repeat
"Life is about the second chances"
Dump aside your hubris
And throw back a few glances...*

© by Ruman Hafsa

A little heart, just like a beautiful mansion
Ravishing & vast was it's expansion
Beguile the people passing by
As they, in awe, at it sigh

Curious about it's interior beauty
When it's frontage intrigued me
I tried glancing inside it
"By looks can one be deceived"

Murkiness & desolation occupied
The cobwebs spread wide
The broken chandelier hung
To the torn vault clung

The guitar laid wrecked
The floor full of dust
Walls a decaying wreckage
Everything damaged

I entered a room at the nook
By window, a table, by a slight touch shook
On it was placed a pristine sketch
Of whom it loved, on the edge*...

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