Chaand

Umeedo se roshan Tera chehra,
Deta hai tu khawbo ko pehara,
Unchaiyon par reh kar aye chaand,
Seekhata hai tu sabak gehara..

-Heena Shaikh Mulla
@theepoetryhub

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Tere Bin

Ye waqt ki tez raftaar,
Yaado ki dhundli tasveer,
Alfaazo ki khamoshiya,
Cheekti hai meri khawishiyat.

Zindagi ki aisi mulakaat,
Badal deti hai talukaat.

Khayalo ke behisaab guftagu,
Utar dete hai farzi naqaab,
Khud se hote hi rubaru,
Lagta hai asmaan khula tere bin..

-Heena Shaikh Mulla
@theepoetryhub

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A Walk in Paradise

As I stepped in the paradise,
My vision was as clear as an ice,
I wittedness a sudden rise,
Which was beyond my concise,
The people were free from device,
Mixing up like a bowl of spice,
Listening to the tales of wise,
There was a monument of splice,
Where angels would tranquilize,
And the heaven would rejoice..

-Heena Shaikh Mulla
@theepoetryhub2810

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Balancing the Knive

A rainbow after a Strom,
Is the secret of a perfect prom.

Unaware of the pavement long,
We chant the verses of the strong.

Following the instincts of our heart,
We carry the consequences in our cart.

Exploring the possibilities of our life,
We dive balancing our precious knife.

-Heena Shaikh Mulla
@theepoetryhub2810

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Hope

 

We all are clung by a string of hope,

Cluttering together our dreams by a rope,

Unaware of how deep is the slope,

We swing solitarily with our scope,

Abiding our faith in pope,

We overcome the sense of mope.

 

-Heena Shaikh Mulla @theepoetryhub

 

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Outside The Window
Outside the window, I found a ray of hope,
A lush green mountain with a steep slope,
A climber soaring high with his tiny rope,
A bird gliding down with a scope.

Just above the sky so high,
The dazzling Sun caught my eye,
Giving directions among the rely,
Spreading versatility with abundant supply.

Deep down in the valley of hills,
I spotted multiple windmills,
Powering up the workstations for their drills,
This process surely required high skills.

Everything in this world is based on an illusion,
After all we all are made up of atoms of collision,
Enjoy every moment before our demolision,
For we all are provisioned by a divine vision.

-Heena Shaikh Mulla
@theepoetryhub

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Tere liye tujhse door hu,
Begana hu isiliye majboor hu,
Kisko ilzam du Ae murshad,
Tere khawisho ka bana majdoor hu.


Heena Shaikh Mulla
@theepoetryhub

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The Fiery Touch

He was made up of fire, which she never wanted to touch. He would dream of her, she would ignore his existence. He called her every time she did wrong, she refused to listen and continued her deeds.
He was the bitter reality, while she was the sweetest truth.
He was following the law of nature, she was running away from it.
He could turn the good into a sweet aroma reaching the heavens and burn the bad into ashes which would be thrown into hell.
He was the deathbed of the human, burning and engulfing them into ashes and returning them back to the ground.
While she was the temporary temptation of the world, who kept distracting human beings.
It’s a war between our desires and self-control. Results of which will be decided of our actions we performed during our journey on earth.
It’ll be a complete suspense to see whether our presence will create an essence or will it be extinguished like a bad odour.
Try making your fiery touch a pleasant one and never break your protective membrane.

-Heena Shaikh Mulla
@theepoetryhub

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Trust Your Intuition

If you are taught to adjust,
Learn to clean your cameras’ dust,
Never let your ambition rust,
Instead, blow up and shine robust.

Success and Failure are outcome of your action,
Don’t let them hinder your perception,
Define your own abstraction,
And fill it up fraction by fraction.

Penetrate and reach your core crust,
Break the laws of compaction,
Spread and entangle your reflection,
And, feel your existences gust.

-Heena Shaikh Mulla
@theepoetryhub

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In the darkest chamber of my mind,
I stumbled upon a white globe,
Which calmed my inner chaos,
And imbibed all my negativity.

I wanted to reach its core,
But was stuck in the worldly chores,
I was seeking for peace,
And yet worried about the beast.

I hesitantly took my steps,
In a quest to discover the rest,
I found a reflection of mine,
Smiling and vining around the globe wide.

I was astonished to know,
Red, green, blue together constituted the white light,
Signifying that essence of life,
Defining the state of mind.

A beam of truth struck me hard,
What we bow returns to us,
Just like the sphere shaped globe,
Teaching us to bow at extreme edge.

-Heena Shaikh Mulla
@theepoetryhub

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