Friday, 2 December 2016

Dreaming

Dreaming
To escape all harshness around,
I stepped into the valley of dreams.
Where there lie all sorts of dreams,
Waiting to be dreamed.
Sweet dreams,
Enchanting dreams,
Aspiring dreams.
There at the corner of the valley
Flows a stream of Lethe.
In order to dream well
one should loose all remembrance
hence
I sipped the water of forgetfulness,
And was lost in the captivating valley.

Where there were sweet dreams
Of bed of roses,
Pixies with pointed noses.
Of lilies,chrysanthemum and hyacinths,
All in fascinating labyrinths.

Of rainy nights,
Of gallant knights,
Of far away lands
Of valleys and islands

 Of sweet love song,
Of Keat’s Nightingale’s song,
that I always long .

And of kingdom of heart,
where every end is a fresh start.
Of a die-heart lover
The one that can shower
Endless kisses!

But wait!
I am an aging soul
My dreaming days are over!
Sweetness has  replaced bitterness
Now there is no hope
As one cant dream
With silver strings ,
Now no more springs.
Yes my dreaming days are over
No more dreaming
I should give up all my dreams
All hopes!


Think I will feel better
As proverb says
” Since I have lost hope I am feeling much better”
So should give it a try
Will give up all my Dreams.
But is dreaming not the other name of living?
Should I give up life too ?

 There are not only sweet dreams
That only fuel desires,
There are also one that aspires.
Dreams are milestones
Dreams are divine zones
Dreams are illuminations
Dreams are revelations
Dream on!
Dream on!
                                                            Rameeza Nasim



Tuesday, 26 February 2013

ABSOLUTE NOTHINGNESS

        ABSOLUTE NOTHINGNESS

       
                        Staring on my easel
                        I gently stroked on the canvas
                        from my very soul
                        the colour of hope 
                        it lacks vibrancy,carries only dimness
                        so much hoplessness!
                        hope fading
                        afraid it might fade away in fullness
                        anticipatingly 
                        I approached for the colour of faith
                        it was there with all its radiance 
                       spreading smoothingly vital on canvas
                       further adding on the colours of agony and pain
                       appearing vital but vain
                       there was a desperate want of life
                       I approached for the colour of life
                       oh! I am running short of it!
                       despite of my wit
                       my so short of it!
                       there is absolute nothingness!
                       so much lifelessness!

                       Despite of such nothingness and lifelessness
                       I compassionately looked,
                       looked onto my incomplete painting of love!
                       despite of such emptiness 
                       my unfinished  creature is so dear to me ! its my love!
                       here i get the inkling ,what i have been to You!
                       where You were looking onto me
                       more compassionately 
                       You claim that You love me
                       more than my sins
                       much more than my kins
                      with all my emptiness and thirst 
                      I look up to You
                     waiting for Your Final stroke
                     and ultimately I will be blessed ....................... Rameeza Nasim 26  Feb 2013 
                                                                                                                 Karachi