My Blank Pages

I look at his picture
A tender and kind face
My heart melts at it
Twisting into agony
At his absense.
My first Blank page.
After school, standing alone
Walking alone, out of the gate
Pained to see what I dont have
Longing for it, my heart wails in vain
My second Blank page.
Coming home to a lonely mother
A rebel of a brother
Silence reigns, forever remains
I stare with a dread so deep
Rips my heart as I collapse and weep
My third Blank page.
The holes I see, the gaps I feel
No one knows what air I breathe
A blank diary with faded white
Crinkly and fading fast
As dust to dust it goes around
My blank pages keep turning along.

Considering Each Side

Looking at her dad
Eyes filled with expectations
Longing for her father to look back
To say that he loves her
To hold her in his arms
To cherish the moments they share
But he never did
She waited and kept on waiting
While she lived like a servant in her own home
Her brother went to a place called “school”
But she was not allowed to go out
Cooped up in her home
She ached for the open ground
The feel of dew as she would walk on the grass
The morning breeze caressing her
The night bringing solace
Sadly, she never saw it
Years later, she was adorned with jewels so rare
Oh how she squealed with delight
Felt that her father had finally noticed her
As she went to him
All dressed and proud
She was handed over to someone else
She didnt understand
She had done nothing wrong
But daddy was sending her away!
As the realisation dawned
She writhed and screamed
Consumed by her rage
All it took was a slap across her face
Silencing her for her lifetime
Whisked away to a stranger’s place
To die, to hide, to waste

Shifa Naseer

Write Something To Remember Me By

I am leaving you here
Baby, I dont want to go
But I must as its necessary
Know that I love you
Believe me my love is true
I will miss you dear
As much as you will, maybe more
I will remind you of all the beautiful moments we had
Remember them and cherish them
Do write for me, dont cry for me
Know we will meet again
Till then hold on to my memories
When you feel sad, when all seems bad
When you miss your dear dad
Write something to remember me by
Say what you feel
It will take time for you to heal
Write for yourself, write for me
Engrave in stones our lovely lives
So write to remember me by
As I miss you as much as you do

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The Story Of The Signature

I copy other people’s signatures easily. Well I used to but then left it off. I used to copy signatures that impressed me.

One day dad and I were sitting and just having a random discussion. I used to love asking him questions as he always had answers to all of them. He never disappointed me. So I asked him about his signature which he used to display proudly. I asked him about it. He told me that no one could do his signature to perfection. He had designed it himself and only he could do it. He said it with an air of pride which amused me. He even mentioned that not even I could do it.
That did it! I challenged him right there that I would do it if given time. Dad was so confident I wont be able to do it that he said to take all the time I needed. So we had a deal!
For four years I practiced the signature. I did it again and again. In the end, on 5th december, 2010, I did it! I perfected his signature. The one in the picture is done by me.


As I did it, I shouted aloud, “Papa! I finally did it!”. I looked around and realised I was alone in the room. There was no one for me to share my victory. My dad was long gone by then. I didnt tell anyone about it but today I felt I should finally share my silent victory. 🙂

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