Shahzia Batool

Rookie - 416 Points (Pakistan)

Embers! ! !


Whatever cool,
calm and serene was there in life,
it was there only when they were alive
my parents!
Life was life
worthy and worth-living
and now when they are no more
it has become a compulsion
and an obligation
'how time flies when one has fun'
and how it stops,
gets static to the limits of suffocation
when the essence of life is just taken out of it.
When they were there with me
with all there being shedding all affections
life was easy;
now when they are no more,
death has become easy.
Death is no parting,
as is assumed,
for they say
meeting with the dead and gone
is much much possible,
the bare fact is that
though i cant see them
but it's gratifying enough
that at least they can see me;
they are not going to come,
but i'm expected to go and meet them
sooner or later

What is Death?
an antonym of life? ,
a law of nature? ,
a parting-agent marking a line of separation
between the living and the dead? ,
or a divine order?
whatever it is, it's not strong enough
even to create a few seconds worth separation of us
from our dear ones.
They are more close to us,
we are more close to them.
'our dead are never dead to us
untill we have forgotten them.'
Life without them is like a tedious journey
barefoot under the rotten sun
O! for the faces
that are gone and hidden
within the entrails of the sodden ground!
O! for the precious lives
that are vanished
and slipped out of our hands
like grains of sand
the death-angel WAS there
in our own house
and no suspicion, no fear
since the grip on life was that strong but
at that very moment,
the string that held us together broke down
Nothing is left now
but grief, grief and a long-lasting emptiness
which will never come to an end...
Regrets...
for the calls not responded,
regrets...
for the moments not spent with those
whose eyes just looked forward for the company...
'Death! be not proud! '
if you were really a mighty being,
you would take the memories with you too,
but here you are not strong
rather very weak;
now did you get to know your worth?
Death, you cant kill.
you can hide aface but
not the memories of that face
that i cherish
and will keep on cherishing
forever;
my still hot
unextinguished embers of love
will never be cooled down,
though i'm alive
but the life has lost its colours!

Submitted: Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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Not a poem of course, just a glimpse of life after my Parents!

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  • Rookie - 555 Points Saadat Tahir (6/4/2013 10:01:00 AM)

    The rather lengthy and drawn out rendering is at once an emotive work and a jarring reminder of the vagaries of life and death. The inevitability of the grim reapers call….
    Can we, can any one, ever grow out of the trauma of the loss of loved ones.
    Perceptions here take on a religious and accepted route of expression, the poet has a found a comfortable and easy way out to articulate the much needed and pent up sentiments….a catharsis of sorts.
    Free verse is well! Free and devoid of any restrictions in as much as we encounter in structured classical and traditional forms.
    I feel the meandering and off handed approach here, has added to the emotive strength of the poem and has supplemented rather then subtracted from its otherworldly pain.
    It is written almost in a crazed daze, a delusional incubus, only the one suffering can achieve that state of thrashing trance of anguish
    Content wise and contextually moving lines.

    and
    a * for Jasmeen for picking out the embellishment. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,897 Points Valerie Dohren (5/26/2013 6:40:00 AM)

    I lost both of my parents when I was young, so I have spent most of my life without them. I understand fully the feelings you express here Shahzia. Very well written. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 72 Points Yasmeen Khan (5/26/2013 3:32:00 AM)

    You are basking in memories of your dear parents, yes dear friend their souls are never parted from us. Use of a line from the great master like Donne has rendered further depth to your poem. You rather accept the reality of death positively. It shows your composure and depth. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Parul Rastogi (5/26/2013 2:52:00 AM)

    Di, it really touched my heart n soul deeply! ! !
    Indeed! Death is very weak as it can carry only body but cannot dare to snatch our sweet memories... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 16 Points Robert Wynn (5/25/2013 12:21:00 PM)

    A great way to reignite that love at which you begin you also end in embers embraced. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 812 Points Unwritten Soul (5/25/2013 10:57:00 AM)

    Your soul release all what hidden and open from your chest to scatter around your life...showing all you have inside...it is good to tell this way, heartfelt...and it is lovely and intense at same time! _Soul (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,010 Points Valsa George (5/25/2013 8:00:00 AM)

    Shahzia, what better tribute can we give to our parents whose whole life has been an enduring legacy! Leaving fond memories in us, they have left! They are now with God and at peace! So why grieve over their death?
    At a time when aged parents are regarded as a burden, this is a proclamation to the world that there are children who recount the blessings of being with their parents and that the embers of love sparked by those revered lives still linger on in their lives! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 501 Points Tribhawan Kaul (5/25/2013 7:16:00 AM)

    A very powerful poem. Death makes us realise that we all are mortals indeed. Yet life after death of one's nears and dears leave a huge void never to be filled again. Yet the death can not conquer ones mind. It can not snatch away the memories of departed. I like the lines''Death! be not proud! '
    if you were really a mighty being,
    you would take the memories with you too'.... well said. Beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 219 Points David Wood (5/25/2013 5:02:00 AM)

    We have to take everything that life throws at us and death of a loved one is the hardest thing to cope with. Have a read of my Sonnet XIV, it is similar. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 781 Points Thomas A Robinson (5/24/2013 1:02:00 AM)

    Death is nature's way of saying something 's wrong.Death has balance
    and always brings something before it is gone. Death sits amomgst us
    and you can offer it a drink.
    But death never says much and will sit silently awaiting it's call of duty.
    There are no feelings, no disgrace juat a calm deliberation and another soul
    is collected.But as I said death brings balance back into life. The rose petal past it's blossom
    must be trimmed from the bush of life making room for the new buds that will blossom tomorrow. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 24 Points Jahan Zeb (5/23/2013 7:16:00 AM)

    I would say you have chosen a very strong subject. I will call this piece, a Maxim. Every line is so true and more importantly it reflects the love of a daughter for her parents. Indeed your parents would be proud of you as I keep saying I am proud of your brilliance. I loved the use of but where optimism has replaced sadness. May Your Parents be in Peace. Perfect theme, Marvelous subject and beautifully written by a Brilliant writer. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 12 Points Farah Ilyas (5/23/2013 5:57:00 AM)

    May there soul in rest & peace (aamin) ...the subject of a poem is very touching & full of sorrow, a bitter reality everyone have to go sooner or later, a positive attitude towards death....brilliant. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 11 Points Chandra Thiagarajan (5/23/2013 2:07:00 AM)

    Shahzia, what a poignant and touching write with parents gone! I t seems to mirror my very feelings and I feel I could have written the poem! I couldn't complete reading it without tears! Such a powerful poem which squeezes the heart! Thanks for sharing! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie R.k Das (5/23/2013 1:37:00 AM)

    the moments live, , come alive, , and i join you and Donne is sympathizing with poor 'death'/// this long poem actually reads like 2 poems, the first part, , remembering the parents, , , , ' that at least they can see me;
    they are not going to come, ''' so much positivism about death, , thanx, , , (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,231 Points Tajudeen Shah (5/22/2013 9:37:00 PM)

    Close observation on the theme, sharp analysis as well. Despite of form or conventional poetic make ups, the thought has all its worthy sensibility all over. Well-penned to justify, rather establish what the Bard has felt at the time of versification. That itself stands out. God Bless. Regards. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 38 Points Indira Babbellapati (5/22/2013 12:23:00 PM)

    Death of dear ones always leaves a void that can never be filled but one has to move, move with the idea that they're still alive and they're alive as long as we are! And parents make for our solidity and they are our emotional fillip to such an extent that even if they lived into our 70s, we feel a major part of us is severed at their death. Ah, what are we but for them in spite of the fact that we are parents ourselves! I am with u dear MS. Shazia... (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,502 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (5/22/2013 10:53:00 AM)

    Good feeling about parents remains for life. They performed their duty. Now it is our turn.
    i cherish
    and will keep on cherishing
    forever
    Nicely stated. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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