"lodhi" poems
Cities aren't cities,
The people are the cities,
she'd say, and I didn't understand
what she meant until I realised
That Hauz Khas was our first stroll ever,
Khan Market- our best cup of coffee,
Humayun Tomb- our first stolen kiss,
Dilli Haat- our first quarrel,
The Lodhi Gardens- our biggest quarrel!
The Jama Masjid was where we'd always make up.
Now I know which market sells her favourite
bags, which gully keeps the anklets
she loves most, which discrete stall in the
by-lanes of Old Delhi is her best chaat-wallah ever,
Every nook, I know by the fragrance of her memory,
I try forget, I try erase,
But oh, I remember,
For she is my Delhi
Delhi is her, only her,
The city of first love, first dreams,
a million rights, a devastating wrong,
The city that now stings with the thorns
That make my feet bleed when I try to enter,
Even with my back turned,
The city hurls
Stones at my fragile heart and screams at me
to never return.
I'll never return.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
Tears fell from the eyes,
and pain still rests in the hearts;
Blood shed from the bodies,
and voices arose from every soul;
people didn't get weak
and they moved for what they seek;
journey of thousand miles,
got completed on a single night;
the pain was a way to gain,
the Nation we call PAKISTAN.
by Samreena Lodhi
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
Every time we embrace,
I go to that far away place
When we just walk hand in hand.
I'm in never, never land.
Whenever I look into white scar,
I begin to get butterflies,
Then my heart skips a beat,
And our lips passionately meet.
You are always on my mind,
Your face is all it can find.
I think about you every day
And know it'll work out somehow, some way.
Some say we're dumb and foolish
Some say we should do as we wish
But all my heart could ever do
Is tell you that I'll always LOVE YOU
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
IS IT A HAVEN OF BLISS?
OR IS IT A DEATH KISS?
IS IT A BLITHESOME GAMUT OF LIFE
OR A GLIMPSE NOW OUT OF SIGHT
IS IT A SPARK IN THE AIR
OR IS IT A JOLT FOR WHICH YOU CAN'T DARE
IS IT A SPLASH SPREADING AROUND
OR THE MITES PRESENT ON THE GROUND
R THESE GLORIOUS MOMENTS OF THE PAST
OR THE DREADFUL DREAMS WHICH AWAY WE CAN'T CAST
WHAT IS THIS WALKING IN MY MIND?
WHAT IS THIS YET I AM UNABLE TO FIND?
written by samreena lodhi
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
Same days but different year,
heavy souls and running tears;
wounded hearts with big fear,
of losing the ones who are dear.
by Samreena Lodhi
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
"Love of A Poetess " by Nadia umber Lodhi
You are love of a poetess, my beloved,
Reflects from my words ever,
Forget you never,
My passion increase ever,
My Love decrease never ,
You are love of a poetess, my beloved
You are the Magic of a words magician,
You are the business of a pain earner,
I shall write departure, loneliness and tears,
I shall describe fears,
And earn income.
You are love of a poetess , my beloved
I shall sell dreams, earn profit,
How can I gain loss,
No Never, my dear
I sold my heart, my dear
One and Only wealth I have.
————
Nadia umber lodhi,
Islamabad .
Pakistan.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC