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I wish I had a little Sunshine of my Own! December 3, 2009

Sunshine

For my BEST FRIEND FOREVER..I wish I had a little sunshine!!

sunshine

I Wish I Had A little Sunshine Of My Own!!

I wish,

I wish I had a little,

A little sunshine of my own!

So I could give it to you

I need,

I need to have a little,

A little sunshine of my own!

So I would give it to you

I dream,

I dream I had a little,

A little sunshine of my own!

So I would give my dream to you,

Or let you in my dream,

With eyes closed so firm,

To hold the sunshine close,

To pass it on to you,

Or let you share my share,

With eyes so glassy and bare,

To reflect it all to you.

I wish,

I wish I had a little,

A little sunshine of my own!

To give back to my sunshine

A little sunshine of my own!

by Zuellah Huma Ahmed

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Wild Mystical Ray September 29, 2009

Wild Mystical ….Ray

A little wild ray of light
Outstretches its feet to reach
From the violet forests where stars still sleep
Lifts her long veils as it touches with its glow
I look as white and beautiful as snow
The stars far are melting away
Ruffled water lilies rustling their wings
Crystal pearls springing in the moss
To welcome the morning breeze
A pink sphere matching; Oh flower-flesh!
Arrives with its coolness; to dawn upon the earthly beings

A little wild ray of light
Outstretches its feet to reach
Beguiling and Enthralling; Always in endless flight
Mounts in my soul so simply without revealing
Like magically paving ways that never before existed
Draws me within as it delves deep inside
So Solitary and Subtle, with invisible Pace
Full of Solace and infinite Grace
The rivers let me sail, and distance from the time
Till scented twilight falls upon the pearl skies
Droppings of indigo entrancing in delight
Dances away the yellow to make it more bleak
A wild ray of light still sparks till I seek

by Zuellah Huma Ahmed

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Horizon August 1, 2009

Creative Credits To: WHY http://devoidcreation.wordpress.com/2009/07/04/why/

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Horizon

Does everyone feel lost within their own sound
Does everyone search some hidden ground
Numb to the cold and wet they move on
They learn to live wet and just trudge on
Does everyone feel like this I don’t know?

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NOT everyone feels like this I know
But those who feel would rightly say so
For horizon in front, is finite for so many
Yet only if your eyes could meet its Infinity
You spill your own flavors; you smell your own scents
Your horizon is drawn with colors your palette wets
Drenched in the dye, it draws a path to follow
Rich in truth, not very shallow
The skyline, the sea – the depth of their vacant souls
Their hollowly meeting, their tints full of wallow
Seemingly meaningless, the carvings it creates
Its trail marked behind with purpose that awaits
Enrich your eyes when they reach the horizon
Tune in to decode the plan in devising
There lies a Pinnacle, still in disguising
Cross over to see, there’s a SUN rising
Somewhere along where our sunsets – still surviving
For our sunset suffices, Its Call of Uprising

by Zuellah Huma Ahmed

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Randomizing Wildness June 18, 2009

Dwelling in the deeper recesses of my mind

Flooding with thoughts, my mind racing fast

I dwell on food for thought from my past

It is like a rich spell; over cast

by Zuellah Huma Ahmed

 

Randomizing Wildness

Dwelling in the deeper recesses of my mind

Flooding with thoughts, my mind racing fast

I dwell on food for thought from my past

It is like a rich spell; over cast

by Zuellah Huma Ahmed

 

Friends June 8, 2009

Filed under: Creative Writing - Poetry — zhahmed @ 8:00 AM
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Friends  are like butterflies

That you can’t touch

That you can’t hold

That you shouldn’t mold

You have to give them freedom and space

They are no things of your possessive craze

They add color to your life

And indicated springs arrive

They lift you when you are low

They show you how to grow

From a humble beginning

To a high praised rainbow

These flutterflies are flawless

With energy boundless

Their gaudiness you feel

With their powers you can heal

Their beautiful aura extended

You can’t help entering their world – splendid

Soon you ask why you are together

The obscure picture clears more than ever

You compliment “it” as does the other

Peeping in her eyes, you meet someone like her

You inquire about the angel with wings

Whom she calls her companion and confidant

She respects her, let her fly

And experience the world with her eye

Yet at the end, they mutually share

Distinct views on things they care

For something evolves in time

And ripen friendship indicates their prime

There is a presence in my eyes too

As I fill hers, so does she mine

We reflect when we look at each other

Through the eyes we enter the worlds together

by Zuellah Huma Ahmed

A naive, modest poem about friendship; written long ago and dedicated to Sheen…………………..

 

Sublime Call May 17, 2009

Filed under: Creative Writing - Poetry — zhahmed @ 8:03 PM
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There is but a cry

In my heart, that passes by

A soul it has its own

A moment quite unshown

A flight with wings spread fast

A rich magic over cast

It is a cry unknown

For it is but quite unshown

An assemble it sure has

A facade it does take

Of souls departing by

The form it forms to be

Is not uncommon these days

I wonder what it will be

With shape of its own

When no form has been shown

When it is not over blown

For it gets so much molded

By gestures flashing by

By the over whelming encounters

By those rising in the sky

I wonder what it will be

If it has a shape of its own

When sound emanating from it

Came from the source with in

Might it get heard?

Not over-toned or made up

Shapeless to your eyes

With definition of its own

When it is still untouched

When it is not but chaste

I m but, gravely appalled

If you seek refinement

For it is so naive

It might get into that confinement

I wish it lived its true form – benign

Only if my heart desired possession

The strength enough to suffice it

For a truce exists in its eyes

Submissive to designs of slyness