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Poem: Live and Let Live

I once knew this irksome colleague
who on my first day at work, said
“Girl, this job is way out of your league”
and asked me to leave instead.

Why? I wondered, ‘I barely know this guy!
What does he have against me?’
My assistant at length chose to reply
and told me the whole story.

“Ma’am, you see, before you came
to work for this renowned newspaper,
that man you met the other day – his name
…pardon me, I don’t remember –
had burned the candles at both ends
for the post of Editor-in-Chief.
Alas! The boss instead recommends
your name for the post, to his grief.”

Later, however, I began to realize
that it did not end just there.
The reason for his strong despise
was neither legit nor fair.

The reason why he hated me more
than the men who held the post before
was because I was no man at all
but a woman – which made me ‘small’.

My mother once told me to live and let live
regardless of gender, beliefs or race.
Sadly, not all were taught to give
regard to everyone’s grace.

Wrote this for the Big Idea WizKid 2014 Poetry writing competition. 

The Fishes Are Back!

Good news. They got back home. The Fishes, I mean.

They had gone for a walk and lost their way back. A kind friend helped them find their way back to the blog. However, only eight of them returned.
(Or maybe, as the kind friend pointed out, there were only eight in the first place)
Anyways, Yay. They are back. :)

Ok Bye.

Poem: Rumination

Music helps me open the doors
to those mystical realms of clouded memories
in the concealed chambers of my mind;
even if it is only a glimpse through the crevice
formed by the push of those musical notes
and only a faint scent wafts through
towards the surface of my consciousness.

That feeling in my heart that so expresses
a joy and sadness beyond compare
with a burst of deep-rooted insight,
just like how a gush of fresh air is to man
resurfacing from the depths of a sea;
a perplexing blue that drowns away
that elation in a flash, just as quick as it came.

Once again I pluck the strings, in my yearn

for that singular most sensation in me;
a desolate note now being struck, for
as I plunge back and the doors close,
all that hope drowns away in a drone
of the so-called reality engulfing my world
– a drab place to which I feel no belonging.  

Hello. My fishes are missing!

So, today I took a day off to get back to myself and explore my creative side. I visited my blog after ages to post another poem I wrote, only to find my dear little fishes missing!!!

I don't know how many of you remember my fishes. (In fact, I don't even know if there is anyone who reads my blog or follows it at all - that's alright, don't feel guilty because I myself have been ignoring it lately.) They were these cute little orange and white fishes that used to swim in my blog, right under the sub heading that reads 'Gotchesta! Feed the fishes...'. I don't precisely remember how many of them were there, but I am guessing there were at least a dozen of them - six orange and six white fishes.

My fishes are missing and it is quite disturbing. So if any of you come across them, please return them back. Or, if anyone had 'borrowed' them without my knowledge, please be decent and kind enough to return them back to their owner (which is me). I miss them.

Yours,
Shwutz.  

P.S. Check out my new poem Rumination if you have the time to spare. Ciao! :)  

Poem: Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis – Changing World

Across the deserts of the past

I see things that not all can;

I am Time, and I shall last

Longer than any woman or man.

Across the ocean of present

The tides constantly change;

All things awful and pleasant

No longer familiar or strange.

Across the void of future

Metamorphosis perpetuates;

All creatures and cultures

Subjected to their fate.

Look around and you will find

That nothing remains untouched;

I am Time, and I shall remind

The world of its impermanence.

Written for Emirates Airline LitFest's Taaleem Poetry Award.