POEM - LIFE AS A ROPE - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI

LIFE AS A ROPE

Like the rope tied,
Bigger circles below and smaller above,
Our hopes decrease in length,
Due to the challenges of life.
We've had many wishes,dreams and hopes when we were little,
But all reduced as life goes on,
That's how it works

But anything can be changed,
It's a sparkling rope of life,
Twisted and rolled into that,
It can be unrolled to a single rope
And tied to a different shape with hope
And the way it worked can be moped.

Setting the levels of our dreams and hopes to be equal
From childhood to adulthood,
Not only remaining constant,but increasing with time
So,let's tie our ropes in the weirdest pattern to suit the levels of our dreams
 
 FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI

POETRY TALENT - Memories - Fateemah Sumda

Memories

I watched as you faded like dusk into a darkness uncontained.you faded into a moonless night devoid of stars. you where once my sun in the sky. but you turned into a whisper in the wind. we were so real like living dreams. all of a sudden you became invisible. all that's left is feelings in memory .once upon a time we stumbled upon our love which I thought will last forever. tonight is another for which I reminisce...on a story long told.

POEM - GANEEY TOYYIB

Inscribed on the wall
Are flowers with dropping nectar
But I see the wall incomplete
Cos of the twisted rope

To the front
To the right
Is the rope twisted
Till a twisted hill is formed

Such is the twisting
The traveler of earth
Experiences

POEM - KNOTS - SAFIYYA

KNOTS.
When once the rope was tangled
Like my heart
Into a twisted, knotted mass
When once the stars in the night sky
Lost their twinkling ambience
When once the moon was shadowed,
I knew not how to cry.

I yearned to cut the loops
And be free like the bird
I longed to leave it whole, and not lose those fragments
I longed for slim expert fingers
To loosen them up.
I longed for the starry nights, and a full, open heart on a long untangled night.

POOR ORPHAN - MARYAM SALMAN

*POOR ORPHAN*
Like the lone piece of rope,
He started his sojourn.
Bit by bit,
He ascended.
Sometimes falling, other times tripping
Never relenting, he kept trying.
Little by little;
He was gaining grounds.
And like the proverbial saying "The going gets tougher"
Almost crushing.
But been determined, he never gave up
Till he reached the Peak of Success.

POEM - ZMM

How It looks...
It looks like a dream,
Or like a paper ream,
Arranged and packaged,
To prevent it from being damaged.

Sometimes glitters,
Sometimes sweet,
Sometimes occurs sequentially,
And sometimes happens haphazardly.

Success; Great and lovely,
That's how it looks,
Like a shiny cone,
Improvised from a single rope.

KEEP ON DREAMING AND HOPING... ZMM

KEEP ON DREAMING AND HOPING...
 A bright smiling face,
Entrapped in a race,
In happiness and sorrow,
Deep in her bone marrow,
She feels the pains,
In the stress she encounters,
Yet she strives hardly,
To conquer all its rigor,

A great future she tries to build,
As each second moves,
She is a dreamer, a hoper and survivor.
In her, I sight capabilities,
In her, I admire creativity,
In her, I forsight success,
And in her, I see a dream fulfiled.

Keep on dreaming and hoping,
And like the toss of a coin,
Life will become easy again.
Air you shall breathe,
With comfort and ease,
Being depressed you shall forgo totally,
Like patients who got Alzheimer's disease,
Keep on struggling,
And one day,a great Doctor you shall become.

 For: Fatima Muhammad Sani (Neerah)

                     ZMM