"abida" poems
Mum and Dad
By Abida Begum
Mum and Dad you have been there from the start, from the day i was born ,
the first breath i took in the scary world you always been there and never looked back.My tantrums and anger you never judged me for but the true beauty of my soul is why you are here
for without you i would have been scarce.
so thank you for teaching me right and wrong and the hate that i have got to turn it into a song
life will always be hard , i know but its the precious things in life that keep us so strong
fight back with actions not words prove to them that you have been worth it all along
work hard let the world know that you can do anything, yes its been told
i am writing this poem to let you know you have been worth it all along
so thank you for everything from the bottom of my heart
no words, no actions can prove this i know
so all i can say is how thankful i am mum and dad thank you for its all i can
all i can give you is my heart ,yet i know it will never always be enough , no amount of anything could show how amazing you both are
except these words that prolong in my heart
ill take it with me to my grave
yes i am scared of dying but you two are what is keeping me still standing
illl tell my kids how amazing you are with the hope that i will l be just as good as you both are.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
Morning commences with the friendly clink of
cups, sitting beside the tea cosy-clad kettle,
Fresh, calming fragrance of warm tea nudging at
My just-awakened senses, a little unsettled,
My favorite ghazal colors the background,
The record though scratchy, its influence unfaded;
Abida Khanum mellowly croons, urging her lover
to not insist on leaving that day.
I smell, instinctively, the red rose he hands me,
The same rose had traced my skin in the dark
The missing petals testimony to its journey
Over troughs and crests, marks and landmarks.
What is so utterly, heartwarmingly romantic
about something as simple as him spreading
butter on bread, mixing sugar in chai,
what makes his 'routine', for me so endearing?
He watches me eat, breaks into a smile so wide,
'How do you enchant me, even with the mundane?'
he asks, same question amusing us both,
Same passion coursing through our veins.
The poetess inside me, happily chuckles,
Of being the one expressive, of solely giving away-
Are the days of the past, as breakfast in bed
Becomes our way of Give and Take
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
Ya tsalala ihu,
Tsula ya tsalala ihu.
Yayi shiru,
Bayan ya tsalala ihu.
Sai ya kece da ihu,
Tsula ya fece da gudu
Abida tana a gefe.
bayan ya tsala ihu,
Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 10:46 AM UTC
Out of nothing came something
It must have, it had to
And in its destructive
Rebirth I’d be glad to
Ignite the incipient embers
Of change
And watch as it smolders
Again in the flames
Of interminable
Labyrinthian corridors
Sentient prison walls
Trapped in my nevermores
I didn’t ask to be gifted
Nor cursed
With the revelatory
Epiphany thirst
For an arid and barren
Deserted desire
The moisture eluding
My lips in the fire
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC