From pen to paper: expressing one’s heart out
Mayyda Asif Bajwa is a pharmacist from Punjab University, Lahore, Pakistan. She is a professional article and content writer, and also works as a freelance writer. Plus, she is an editor at universities mag and chief co-ordinator in the university’s bulletin. She also likes to write poems.
Some of her poems are presented here. Hopefully, you will like them.
ALL RICHES AND NO EARNING:
He gets in a car and claims it as ‘class’
I tread on the road and light on men-all the same
He takes a siesta, unremitting of hot and cold
He asserts though; I live on top relishing all weathers
He is an industrialist asking for labor to work in
I owe nothing still hit upon a job, taking things on
He has money to throw around but nothing to spend on
I work day in and day out, earning enough to fetch my family
He says I can, I will, I have but all in vain
I ask thy Lord and exalted above my expectations
Loaded accounts, worries around and legal processing’s
No passion, no compassion still making him the ‘have ones’
Neither money, nor dilemma
Surrounded by my love ones yet the ‘Have not’s’
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CHEERS TO FRIENDSHIP
When together, all we do is laugh
Over silly things, even in serious affairs
Our brains, only if we have, are just the same
Turning fun, twice its dose and sorrows into half
The world we have made is akin to rainbow
With glaring colors of joy and mischief
Troubles, invented or invited is a matter of routine
But with our mutual support, we let it go
Entitling people with alike showiness in our head
Exchanging giggles, sharing gossips that never ends
Walking aimlessly, talking un-necessarily
Planning something and ending up doing instead
For the slightest good we have, considered as a joint success
Telling off the bad habits and falling prey to them
Offering a shoulder to cry on or thrashing when drama extends
A buddy, a soul sister nevertheless the best a friend could possess
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MOTHER LIKE YOU
Yearning for long, to frame up my affection for you
Stuck in confusion, not really knowing how to do
An amalgam of feeling hovers me all around
Being unable to reel off a relation that’s so sound
Care, love and glory are your true eternal name
Although, Hitler of you manages to grab the game
Smile on my face widens as I set out to recall
All bitter sweet fights, we had, at the shopping mall
And the chaos I made on my pimple with dismay
Bothering you all day long, though didn’t work anyway
Still remember your encouragement for the first meal
Turning into noise for later what the kitchen reveals
Blunders, misbehavior and worries are much at my end
Patience, letting go and scolding is how you get to mend
Cherished memories clench my mind but are unable to say
With hidden feelings unsaid words, love you anyway
It’s between me and my lord, whom I thanks and pray to
Wishing health and long life of a darling mother like you
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POEM: Once I Wrote a Poem
The unwrapped taking always remained witty
Only, until, I went along the complexity.
Such were the stanzas so wizardry
Willy-nilly, I dived into the intricacy.
To strike up, curtly, I swindled a trick
Scribbling down jingles; making a scrappy pick.
Contriving a compendium with a spicy twist
Out of an amalgam, but refurbished.
I wound up with something nearly as dynamic
Extended to my teacher; passing her the headache.
She scrutinized, scowled ending into a scream
Scoffing out, who on earth call this a poem.
The air shoaled up with mocking laughter
Writing and presenting were equally a disaster.
Query kept quashing my mind
Was this all out of my daily grind?
Orbiting around the editor’s desk, left talent covert
Getting it back intact got me hurt.
My venture ended before it actually started
Reaching nowhere, melancholy, I abdicated.
Journey of dread through delirium made me end all
Alas! Nostalgia still makes me re-call.
Mere attempt became a crime
Reminding me: “Once I wrote a poem”.
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POEM: The Blind Side
Moon shadowed by clouds, the stars virtually gone
Barking dogs and buzzing flies, adding life to the scene.
At the corner of the street, inclined by pole, he lay alone
In a city submerged in sleep, as no other person was seen.
Little worn out drape hung over the lean figure
Hands folded tight, close to the chest, with a rippling frame.
Gripped goose-flesh with teeth rattling, through a sudden quiver
Skin tone turning back to blue, as another gust of wind came.
He rose, fell, holding back on his feet managed to rise again
Hoping for a casual meal hobbled to a rusty garbage bin.
With a watering mouth, began dabbling frail hands, but all in vain.
Belly kept growling, saliva drooling owing to disappointment there in.
Shivers seized, the sun gleamed whilst another busy day took on its ride
People absorbed in usual work; cat kept licking him at the blind side.
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THE TUSSLE
Little could I express…….?
Little could they comprehend?
A clear-cut notion: immaculate in mind,
Yet an idea far more vague to attend
They claimed their vantage point
And I asserted that of mine
Neither they submitted nor I
Beating the bushes, we stood by the borderline.
Wisdom intervened, offering a solution
Half yours, half ours-to get along
Then came in; the uninvited intervention
And the tussle lived long………
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WORDS OF OUT OF ABC:
Spectator’s eyes un-wrapped a budding writer in me
Catching glimpse of a couple of pens in my hand
Encouraging me to write, cheering me by my side
Something I boasted about, but just understand.
Tried reading above and between the lines
Flung myself into books and dictionary
Comprehending little and reaching nowhere
Admitting, it’s not about “to be or not to be”
To orchestrate words into drifting lines is such a beauty
Letting in the arduous fabrication of words out of ABC
