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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By Ruman Hafsa

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

"What is that you wanted to tell me?"
Everything that she mused to utter,
Appeared to dwindle away
Failing to convey, trying to cover it she emitted a mutter

(flashback)
"Oh! Why can't I convey it?"
The room echoed by her repeated query
While she stared at her tired reflection
Only the seized silver image can hearken her clearly

In fright of loosing someone;
The people who are her life's vital part
Failing to convey her love to them;
To the people who are the beat of her heart

But now, plucking some grit;
She desired to convey it all
"Uh...I uh... It was th...that"* she stuttered
"Nothing much, how are you?" she finally call.

**© by Ruman Hafsa

Dead cats & dogs lying in the rotting water
Sewage spread around, torn walls which harbour
Wandering murderers, drug addicts & smugglers
The alley was perfectly safe for these toxic wanderers

The one and only rule they were to follow,
Do not thwart others & one's own job they wallow
Either no friends nor do they make a foe
Or be a loyal chum & reap as they sow

Their life always in a peril & death doesn't amaze
Their nights, toiling hours; & lairs were the days
Confounding & menacing, such different their ways
The wanderers & the alley, no less than a maze

**© by Ruman Hafsa

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

Down the street, was proceeding a lone heart
In a weary rhythm of the rain
Driving her bike away she went
In the crowd of a buzy lane

As she passed getting wet
The raindrops hitting on her face,
Appeared a little beaming one
Waved his hand to slow her pace

Requesting her in his sweet little voice
"O madam, please convey me
To a near by street on your way
For the rain is heavy", he did plea

On hearing this she did halt
Asking him to mount her bike
Drove further to her new destiny
And delivered away that little tyke

Hopping down from the roadster
"Thank you madam, may God bless thee"
Leaving the lone but now serene heart
He ran away towards his destiny

© by Ruman Hafsa

The lonely route which I took one day
Took me through the woods, far away
It lead me through I know not where
But heard a swish from somewhere

I heard their lovely voice call me
Then saw them dancing, fluttering in glee
Tuning a melody, they flew together
Around a concealed path beleaguere

I pursued them and their call
Tripping on a stone I fall
And then my sight saw what was hidden
Away from malignant sights forbidden

A deep, dark tunnel leading down
There it was a butterflies' town
I hear them call, I hark them sing
I see their tiny flirting wing...

*© by Ruman Hafsa

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

My dear old self
I sought you in every nook
And every corner of my soul
I know not where else to look

I know you still exist
But I know not where
I seek you every day & night
Wish I'd find you somewhere

Oh my dear old self
Will you come back to me
Atleast before I perish
For one last time I want you to be

I'm so lonely & you were my strength
I made people hate me & I hate me too
Yours was good heart, mine a mere stone
Come to this heartless vamp & please rescue

Yours sincerely
Present self*

© by Ruman Hafsa

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