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A Face In The Crowd


Today while walking home from tuition, I saw something that stirred me inside. I was truely touched by the sight.
A lady was walking with her two small children, carrying their school bags. The lady must’ve been young but looked quite old by her appearance. She looked tired and worn out. She was wearing a faded scarf and salwar kameez. She was walking behind her two little children who were trodding happily in front of her. She seemed tense. It may be because the parraypora road is quite crowded and she was trying to keep her eyes on her children.
The children were in their school uniforms. I didnt recognise the uniform so I dont know about the school. Their uniforms were a little shabby but neat and tidy. Judging by their appearance, they werent that well off. I felt bad about it. I kept thinking about that lady. How much she would struggle each day to take her children to school until they grow up enough to do that themselves. Sigh. It made me realise that no matter how big our problems are, there’s always someone who’s condition is worse than ours. That lady looked quite old for her years. She had that look about her which felt that no one knew what she had to face. How much she had had to cope, to struggle to work hard.
But it might also be the fact that I am reading too much into a face.

Hail her who cares for you
Praise her who sacrifices for you
Live for her, always and forever
Never take her granted, for she is your mother.

It All Comes Back


The past is a shadow, an image that never leaves
It stays with its ugliness and bares its fangs at me
No matter where I go, the past slams itself in front of me
I wish to run, to escape the shadow
But it haunts me everywhere I go
I turn my back and it stabs me
I face it and it slaps me
I dont know what to do
It never lets me be
I cant fight, I cannot hide
For shadows find me in the darkest of times
It all comes back piece by pieces
Continuing the torture and haunting my dreams.

This Reflects My Mood


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Her Golden Glow


Fading into the glow of sunset, I watched as she shined
Stealing away my heart and wounding my pride
Such a beauty that I fell for her right there in the glowing moment
All bathing in gold and red, the world ablaze from her glow
The gleam in my eyes reflecting her shine
Warming my heart, percolating to the eyes
I vowed to make her mine, never to lose something so divine
I set out my heart to court hers
Threw myself into the battle for all I was worth
Finally she yielded and let me in
She said she loved me but little did she know
That she owned my very heart and soul
She took it lightly and trudged on the fragile ice
Broke it into a thousand fragments as I bled and wept for her vice
Her cruel beauty hurt me so that I broke
Never to be whole, never to love again
I did all I could but she remained aloof
I was all but the love of her life
She played me around her white, long fingers
She stabbed me through and through
But I still wait in the hope that one day
The golden glow will come back
That once again her beauty will mesmerize me
That her love will pull me back from hell
That her heart will be mine and heal me forever.

Shifa Naseer