Wednesday, 25 April 2018

POEM - SHATTERED GLASSES, WITHERED FLOWERS - MARYAM SALMAN

*SHATTERED GLASSES, WITHERED FLOWERS*
Our friendship!
Once as fresh as ripe grapes
Once as peaceful as a flowing spring.
Admired by all,
From far and near.

Our friendship!
Once, our connection was deep.
Once, the bond was strong,
And the love almost eternal.
The feelings, we mutually shared.

Our friendship!
Once as harmonized as a mirror,
Once as beautiful as a blooming flower.
Like siblings, we loved and cared,
Like twins, we shared our secrets.

But alas,
The connection seized.
The bond dissolved and  it all collapsed
As our friendship became shattered;
Like broken glasses and withered flowers.

 *Maryam Salman*

POETRY TALENT - FATIMA SUMDA

The sun sets with a bewitching crimson glow
A thousand smiles,ten thousand tears.
The burdens of the day take their tow,
Buried are many dreams,  many fears.
The night promises of a glorious dawn
Another sunrise. Another chance.
A new albeit weak flame of hope is born.
Heartbeats give rhythm to the soul's dance

Xhx

POETRY TALENT - Her moon and stars - FATIMA SUMDA

Her moon and stars

Once upon a moon
With a thousand stars adorning her glam
Up high in a dark sky
She glared
Indeed the saga of the moon and stars
It was all she had

She was born in an era of doom
But never did she ever forsaked to bloom
She discovered her strength in the aura of the night
After all, it was all she had

Staring deep into the eyes of the stars
She knew her dreams was fire
Dancing around the full moon
Her joy was never to perish
It was all she had
Her moon and stars

She's the moons woman
Queen of flowery stars
In all her existence
Her moon and stars
Was all she had

Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle

Happy women's day

POEM - Behind that prescription- Zainab M Musa

...Behind that prescription

It seems to be below your expectations,
Lo! It is beyond all your assumptions,
It is neither a secret code,
Nor a sealed communic ation mode,

It is a skill acquired by determination,
A sacrifice made for passion.
It does not look poor by intention,
And not by the doctor's discretion.

It must not be calligraphic,
For it to be authentic.
It should just be comprehending,
To the pharmacist in charge of dispensing.

Never see it as an ill looking manuscript,
What matters is the content of the script.
For behind that prescription,
Is a silent wish for your speedy recuperation.
             ZMM

POEM - The Awaited Lass - A.M TOYYIB

The Awaited Lass

By Abdulganeey Muhammed Toyyib©2017

I don’t know whether you are on earth yet,
But I know you will arise from an egg,
Where you will be selected among millions,
Awaiting a headed-tail to kiss you.

How we will meet,
Where we will meet,
When we will meet,
I am not aware of it yet.
But I know we will surely meet.

I don’t know your melanin score,
Whether you are fair or black,
But I know you will have one
That will express your ultimate beauty.

POEM - FREEZING HEART - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI

FREEZING HEART

Heart discovered it's freezing
By snow that is existing
Extinction it's pretending
Angels like demons are rising 
Emotions as soldiers are fighting
Battling with the soul as it's suffering

Pain has been reborn
After it's twin was born
Burnt in a place unknown
By a mother that was abandoned
Caged by a father yet to be known

The heart has been solidified
After it was liquified
A valued being acidified
Trusted those that electrified
With strength certified

Unknown it has broken
With ice it became frozen
Pieces distributed in dozens
Unwanted was proven

         FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI

MOTIVATIONAL TALK - MARYAM YAHYA BAMBALE

A second, a breadth, a missed step and a wrong decision is all it takes to change everything. And right there, right before your eyes everything gets shattered, crushed, annihilated. The road darkens and you feel the pain deep inside your marrow. Adrenaline surges through your vein. You can feel your heart's violent thumping in your chest. And you are falling....breaking apart. You feel you'll never recover. A lost that deep should last forever. You promise to never forget. You sulk and walk like an empty shell, living on past memories. But eventually you do forget. Time they say heals every wound. But you are not the same person anymore. You are stronger and better. You smile again, laugh even. And isn't that what happiness is? A series of moments? A smile here, a laugh there?.
~~~~~~MYB~~~~