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First Hour

Published September 14, 2014 by sidmary

At what fortunate hour

Did the clock if Life

Begin its tour?

.

Was it yet dark

When life began

With the singing of a single lark?

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Or was it day

bathed in golden light

By the sun’s first foray?

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Was it as the sun’s descent began,

That trees first breathed

Upon new-born man?

.

Or did stars twinkle in their hold;

Young and smiling, as they watched

The magic of Life unfold?

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Alas! sad Truth!

We cannot know!

We cannot know for sure!

.

But if I were

To make a guess

Upon the hour

.

Then I would say

It is the time

Of launch of day!

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It was I think, at first light.

The purple blend of coming day

And going night

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That man first breathed

And clouds first swam.

Trees first stretched

And birds first sang.

.

And God above,

looked down and smiled.

And life began.

–Sidra Maryam

Boundaries

Published July 21, 2014 by sidmary

When I look up at the sky

I look for clouds

That will rain,

And blur the boundaries

of countries

fears

selfishness

hatred

comfort

and pride.

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Because across them brethren,

We are one.

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But for now-

As bombs rain down on you,

demolishing mosques,schools and homes,

tearing apart limbs and families,

Orphaning infants,

drawing excruciating screams from mothers,

And only raising your spirits further-

I writhe and scream in pain,

And shed tears from a ripped and tortured heart,

Handicapped

by boundaries.

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Bombs rain down on me

Leaving no landscape unchanged.

I see my limbs tortured and spread about me,

Each aching and screaming.

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Because beneath the fences,

The land is one.

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We look up at the sky,

For clouds

That will rain,

And smudge the boundaries

Into one terrain…

–Sidra Maryamchild

Annihilation in Love

Published February 8, 2014 by sidmary

By Ameer Khusro from Persian:

man tou shudam, tou mun shudi…

man tan shudam, tou jan shudi…

takas gawed na bad-azeen…

man deegram, tou deegree…

Translation:

Let me become you, and you become me…

Let me become the body, and you become the soul…

So that no one hence can say:

That I am separate (from you) and you are separate (from me)…

 

-Sidra Maryam

Forever is a Lie

Published October 8, 2013 by sidmary

( I wrote this for an exam for descriptive writing. so the following tends more towards description that narration. The reader is most welcome to attach to it any story that his/ her mind may fancy 🙂 )

“Forever is a Lie,” they say, but it depends mostly on intention. I look around at the lonely, desolate expanse around me. It is bare and brown as far as the eye can see; varying shades of brown: a dusty brown at the ground; a slightly darker, watered brown near my feet…The occasional color is in the delicately placed flowers in the position afore mentioned- and a dulling, browning green on the few trees scattered here and there. Even the walls of this wide enclosure are brown, and color lives primarily on the sky which, too, now its losing its azure to a stormy gray.

There are mounds here. Human sized, horizontal mounds rising gently from the ground and falling back onto it symmetrically. Occasionally, the eye spots a mound smaller than the rest, and the lonely heart spins another grieving story over my own.

A browned, autumn leaf is blown gently to my feet by a highly compassionate, or else greatly sadistic wind. It is hard these days to figure out who is sincere and who makes fun of you- but this leaf reminds me that I have to leave. So I do.

They buried him here last month. My son- who promised that lively summer day that he will stay by me forever. He must have believed, as conventional, that parents die before the offspring- but again: ‘Forever is a lie.’

I am a few feet now from the most beloved mound of earth, but I can not see it except for a blur of brown topped with white, red and green. The leaf chases me with an urgency- the wind is perhaps my friend, after all.

So I carefully maneuver round the other such stories- all colored the same brown now. I step out of the enclosure into an impatiently waiting, black Corolla, and fall limp on the passenger seat. My walking stick rests idly and upright next to the perfect smoothness of the dashboard. Everything here in fact is smooth: the driver’s face, my wife’s expression, the cover of the seats, the rolled up windows- the only exception being my rough, shattered heart…

The road is smooth too, and following it, we head out of the city which I promised my son I would never leave. I promised I would stay here forever, and yet I leave here forever, because forever is a lie.

The graying clouds gather overhead at last. I can not hear them past the closed windows, but I can see them- and they gather, not stormily, intimidatingly, or frighteningly, but gloomily. And I can hear them now, pelting raindrops on the windshield, and the roof, and somewhere deep down, on my broken self…

In this tumultuous monotony, I leave…

–Sidra Maryam

lux ex tenebris

Published July 24, 2013 by sidmary

Heart;

and the tearing of Heart.

Mind;

and the tumult of Mind.

Knowing; 

and the regret of Knowing.

Ignorance;

and the unrest of Ignorance. 

Thought; 

and the failing of Thought. 

Chains; 

and the restraint of Chains. 

Soul;

and the shattering of Soul.

Pain;

and no immunity to pain…

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Love;

and the warmth of Love.

Truth;

and the satisfaction of Truth.

Faith;

and the power of Faith.

Freedom;

and the healing from Freedom.

Imperfection;

and the perfection of Imperfection…

–Sidra Maryam

Abstract

Abstract (Photo credit: fireflythegreat)

Dandelion Wish

Published March 8, 2013 by sidmary

English: Detail of a dandelion seed

English: Detail of a dandelion seed (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

They say that when you see a dandelion seed,

All white and angelic,

Flying about you,

Reach out

And hold it gently in your palms.

Then close your eyes,

And make a wish,

And blow it away.

It will carry your wish unto the heavens

Where it will be fulfilled.

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But that old woman with wrinkles,

Who used to work on the fields all day,

and who hummed as she worked;

She told me that is not how it happens.

She says that when you catch a dandelion seed,

Then close your eyes, make a wish, and blow it away,

The seed flies to a foreign land

Where it falls

And then grows.

And when it grows, insects make their homes beneath it.

And when they protect them from danger,

They pray for the person who blew the seed their way.

They pray that their wishes come true,

So they do.

–Sidra Maryam

Ten Seconds of Rain

Published January 15, 2013 by sidmary

An unusual thing happened today. Actually, living in Pakistan, a number of unusual things happened today, but this one that  struck me was a short spurt of rain.

We were sitting together when a noise from outside surprised us. Slightly spooked out, I went to investigate, and lo and behold: it was rain! (And something least expected at this time of the year.)

We looked out the window and the rain ended before our eyes. It may have lasted a minute a the least, but as my sister put it, it was as if only ten seconds of rain.

Such stuff happens I guess. Odd miracles now and then to tell you that life’s not normal. That each day, each ten seconds is a worthy bargain, and that theres a rough beauty and miracle in every off hand happening/ thing that craves a look and an appreciation. I wonder what hapened in those ten seconds round the world: some death, some birth, some love, some hate, and some plain wonder and appreciation….I think I chose my ten seconds well 🙂

May each ten seconds rain happiness and blessings on you…

 

–Sidra Maryam

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