#indiant poet

[themidnightwriter23]

Memories drifting in space

Like wisps of smoke exhaled

Into clouds they slowly turn

So that when you traverse them

They'll pour down like tears

Of reminiscence and sorrow

And when they become rivers

One day you'll stand at shore

And peep to find your reflection

Wondering how far you've come

That day those memories wont hurt

But hold like relics of your battle

You will adorn those scars with pride

They are souvenirs of your courage

And the unrelenting spirit in you

That once didn't give up and so

These memories will transcend to sky

And amongst the stars they will lie

So when you gaze at them

As if looking into past

The flashbacks will make you smile

Perhaps you will sigh and look back

Happy that you didnt give up...

~Namra Siddiqui

[themidnightwriter23]

Funny how we are calling it 'the end'

When in reality it has only just begun

Behold! A brand new world of realisation

Of gratitude, hope and benevolence

Where trees bloom to life and sway gently

Underneath which the clean rivers cry of joy

The whales look up to the sky and smile

For once, there is no fear, atleast for a while

The air is pure and pristine as a chapel

Sunlight welcomes us, bright and radiant

The peaks beam now from a distance

Earlier obscured by the haze of our misdeeds

The ozone hole now stitched itself too

The flora and faun floursihing anew

As for us, we now know which heroes to hail

Yes, the one in khakhi and in white coats

We learnt to spend time with ones we love

Rather than engaged in our busy worlds all day

And also began to give time to ourselves too

Our relations were deteriorating and so was our health too

And now we put our faith in God more than ever

Perhaps a miracle from Him is what we await

Its a rejuvenation of faith and self care

The earth's healing its wounds and so are humans

Strange how school's closed yet we all learn a lesson

Perhaps this is the lesson we needed the most

So lets take our time to be thankful and pray

For the ones we lost and for the one who are fighting

This is not the end and believe it wouldnt be

Its only after the storm that there shines a rainbow.

~Namra Siddiqui

[themidnightwriter23]

I didn't create the storm, it was already coming

I only paved the way to let it in

Tell me, would you still call it mine?

~Namra Siddiqui

[themidnightwriter23]

A storm of grey clouds overcast the moonlit night

Dingy dark deserted alleys with jarring secrets alight

I ventured to the furthest one for I, ever in illusion

Couldn't perceive the howling winds as a premonition.

The journey was like walking down the lanes of past

Flashbacks like spirits apparate and leave me aghast

Who knew I'd lose myself when I'd reach the end

There I stood quivering, shattered, lost and broken

Like an oasis in desert, I found a shallow stream

I peeped in to see my reflection but it made me scream

In place of my visage, there stood these devils

Staring back at me, reckoning my evils

It was who I'd become inside, contemptuous and cold

Indifferece laced veins, tale contrary to my heroics told

The devil had comsumed my soul till it killed my conscience

There is no retreat for it controls my subconscious

Now there is no regret for my deeds nor reproach

A heartless beast with no care was my approach

I had sheltered my demons not knowing they fed on me

Now I run away from me only to run into me...

~Namra Siddiqui

[themidnightwriter23]

Murder Of Humanity

Tears stream down my bloodshot eyes

As I glance at the shattered remenants of a joyous time

I turn around when I hear those far cries

Coming from a home where there once used to echo a rhyme.

The city is drained of all the colours

Like a rainbow smeared grey by the silent sea

Not a laugh, only wails and faces like shrivelled flowers

Plunged to darkness, this city- lifeless like a shedded tree.

Little dolls-like bodies covered in an unpredicted serene white shroud

Never knew their first journey would be in a casket with outstretched arms

Ready to depart from an incomplete life they yet to dream about

Ready to bid the last bye being innocent victims of inhuman harms.

Who dreamt to be their parents' cane are now held close to the heart

Waiting to hear the lips move again one last time

Yet to believe their fate has broken their hopes apart

With curses for the love devoid hearts who committed the crime.

The footsteps that reverberated in the houses all round

Lay still and lifeless without making a sound

Killing their right to live and snatching their dream,

" What was their fault? " Those silent wounds now scream....

~Namra Siddiqui

End war. End terrorism. If not for the humanity then for the children's sake atleast...

[themidnightwriter23]

Chocolates: My Melting Love

Love at first sight

I see it there under the spotlight

Clad in the brightest colours of life

An irresistible strife.

Brown like the colour of wooden bark

Seeing it love would naturally spark

Aroma engrained in my mind eternally

Enchanted, I have fallen in love happily.

A bite is like the kiss of immortality

Its the hardest task to savour it till posterity

A wish so dear and a dream so far

A desire to vanish from the world and reside in its bar.

I blend with it as one

In its taste as it melts on my tongue

Making me go numb and drifting me to a dream world

I forget all the worries of life and passionately get swirled.

So soothing and so tranquilising

Simmering me down from the worldly fury and revitalising

Making my sorrows disappear, its a drug I can't abstain

An inexplicable love so vain!

Its never enough and it can never be in any case

Its the light I wanna chase

Its the path my feet involuntarily follow

Alas! My melting love got over fellow!

~Namra Siddiqui

Ps. Reblog if you love chocolates ♡

[themidnightwriter23]

Winter Blues

Late in the winter I sit forlorn

The air as cold as these thoughts

Moonlit night shines on my face

Yet doesn't brighten my sombre life

Is there anybody to save me from self-lothe?

Groping in the dark on my own

Bearing the pall of my blissful past

Letting myself fall deeper in the pit

Plunging to nothingness, ending my strife

Is there no one to lift my crestfallen self?

Can't voice my pent up agony

As I dowse the flames of my burning desires

And just to warm the coldness lurking

In my heart, I try to rekindle the flames

But the sparks fuel the fire of suppressed ire.

This heart perpeptuated but can't anymore

The beast inside enraged and now sent free

Out to hurt me till my conscience dies

And I become numb to all these feelings

Be no longer engulfed in remorse nor reproach.

Alas! I'm consumed in eternal guilt

As I go to sleep wearing a blanket of regret

Trying to reminisce good ol' days

But somehow this coldness isn't driven away

And just like that I learn to survive

Another winter of my ever cold life....

~Namra Sidddiqui