Category Poetry

Blood (Poem)

Bloodby Zoha Khalid
Islamabad, Pakistan

False,
False dreams, false people, false world
Each hand is dirty with the blood

My utmost desire to again reveal
The wonders that die long ago
The treasures about thy, regale
Fluttered in mind, in heart grow
But the desires are never ending flood
Each hand is dirty with the blood

My corniest, attributes, prevails
The boat on sea, with wave it sails
Mysteries thy, told, stories thy tell
To make me determined, they always fails
No one is pure as a beautiful bud
Each hand is dirty with the blood

Growing in the massive, disastrous way
Even no time to settle and pray
Walk or run, but be the best
No one cares, they always say
After every thunder rain, I am covered with mud
Each hand is dirty with the blood


Nature questioning mother earth (poem)

Mother Earthby Zoha Khalid
Islamabad, Pakistan

Mother earth; I’m dying
Seems like i’m flying
to the place where i have came from
I’m burning and I’m confused
and my wishes are just refused
of giving me back my home

They cut me, slaughter me, burn me
As much they could , they hurt me
They take me as a gift for someone
and i’m sorry to say , its everyone

Mother; what are the intentions of our neighbors
Or what they will do next
Is there any a useful way
for them the great , and for us the best


My bench, street & walk (poem)

Love Bench

by Zoha Khalid
Islamabad, Pakistan

Thinking all the nice times, I had in my life
Tears drop away on my smile
I am not sad, but its bad
That all good time ends up so early
The bench on which we sat and chat
You come close to me and i stayed back
You desire to take me in your arms
And the pain you move away

Love heartsMy Bench, street and Walk
Want to forget that but i can’t
I wnt to ask you, how to..
Let it go

You placed your head in my lap
I am running my fingers through your hair
You saying to me, not to stop that
And i am watching you, how you close your eyes
Our street of love , we had alot
While walking you pull me to you
I kiss you
Darkness of that street just move away

My Bench , Street and Walk
I want to let that go but I can’t
I wanted to ask you, if you want to
Forget that too

And whenever that site, remind me My life
Remind me the one i have just lost
The tears don’t stop , coming out of my eyes
Maybe its because I loved him alot

My Bench, Street and Walk
I want to forget that, but i can’t
Want to find the way
Want to get away
From whatever i had

Want to be alone
Not to miss anyone
Sweetheart , but tell me the way
Or else i’ll be mad
I want to let all go

My Bench, Street and Walk


Thoughts (a poem)

by Zoha Khalid
Islamabad, Pakistan

Sitting alone in my bed
Many thoughts came in mind
Thoughts of some happy things
That makes my all past rewind

Thoughts of childhood, when I was small
My mother always saves me from fall
I crawl and cry like turtle and snake
Chasing everyone and passing the ball
Everyone gives me sweet names
My elders start playing me sweet games
No worries, no tensions not at all
Having snapshots and making frames
Celebrating birthdays like wedding day
Spending so much money in the treats
Everyone came and gave me gifts
Makes my birthday beautiful and sweet
Thoughts of childhood, when I was small
My parents make me great and tall

Thoughts of when, I start going to school
So innocent beings so easy to fool
Making so many friends and foes
And thinking myself a head to rule
Teachers love me and make me sit
In their laps for a long time
And when I got uneasy and upset
They started revising me a rhyme
Whenever doing any mischief
And by chance having success in that
Saying to everyone, “Oh! That was nothing”
And be in everyone’s sights great
Thoughts of when I started going to school
Passed all classes and played my role

Thoughts of youth, when I reached adolescence
Started thinking useful, which made sense
But that was the most difficult period
When teens think good for all nonsense
Besides studies get engaged in other activities
Making myself groom with so many qualities
But all that mean time no one understands
That I was indulging myself in difficulties
Whatever elders say I thought that was wrong
Making own observations without thinking
Besides all realities I got caught up
And set myself in a boat for sinking
Attempting so many deeds which were good only for me
Never waiting for anything to happen and see
Thinking myself as a very good being
And making so many mistakes that were not seen
The only mistake made many others
This suddenly made my life flutter
Made vanish away my all best friends
Just because I left them for one trend
Never listen to anyone, but just me
The world was not sorry and never did I
But still some people were with me
Not only were with me but are with me
And not only are with me, but be always with me
And if they are with me I don’t need anyone with me
These are none other than my Mom and Dad
They colored those pages that were gone fade
Thinking of my past is not useful
But making my present is fruitful
Thoughts of youth, when I reached adolescence
Started realizing, how much it was nonsense

I m still in my bed, and thinking the same
People played me so many games
I m warm and healthy in my mattress
Not because of my blanket but my Mom’s caress
I m confident and strong and very free
Not because of myself, but because my dad trusts me
All that I get is everything for me
All the love I have is just for thee (parents)
But I have no regret on my past
Because I didn’t lose anything
From the grieves and worries of my past
The lesson I learned is everything
Whenever you are alone, you are not actually
Whenever you cry you didn’t cry yourself
The tears that fall on your face
Are not yours but of your Mother’s
The hands you raise to wipe them
Are not yours, but of your Father’s

The coolness you need in summer
Is really the care of your loved one’s
The warm blanket you put on in winter
Is really the hug of your Mother
The pain you receive is not at all yours
It is the small part of pain your Mother feels
The every small achievement you got is not only yours
But it’s the hardworking of your Father’s deeds

Sometimes we thing that god is not with us
This only happens when we think it
He is with us every time in life
And he will be for and after life Anything we think bad happens to us is
The best thing which can happen to us
He is with us, even when we are wrong
He is jus waiting for us to say sorry

Sometimes we think we lost everything But, that is the time everything is ours

Sitting alone in my bed Many thoughts came to my mind
Thoughts of some happy things
That made my all past rewind

I think myself the luckiest person because I have loving and caring parents and my best friend “ALLAH” – Zoha Khalid

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