Ambreen mashadi
Introduction
Since the BigBang, till the current moment there is hardly an era where scriptures are not sent to this holy place in the form of words,,
mostly rhymed and sculptured in definite forms.
So, instinctively I inherit this trait archaically in my genome to convey through words, though evolved in form now.
I am a random sapiens turned a writer nourished by intellect carved by eternity…
I’m being known as ambreen mashadi struggling to delve deeper in art sphere through my poetries.
Works
Flashes Of Alphabets
There is more room in my sentences
to fit in with better words,
And words ,
even short of emotions yet,
and emotions if depleted once,
Bear more density
to fill it up!!!
As I lift up a single alphabet,
In no time,
Script turned
Into the flashes,
I tried to rhyme them out,
assembling them one by one
“I’ve wrote a heart”!!! ,master!
Don’t fool me!!
I sweep across the surface of papers
Bringing them in order
I failed,
They are cluster of words ,
Scattered here and there ,
No phrase,
No sentence,
No emotions,
Nothing sparks,
Nothing fades,
Neither vitality,nor a death,
Vase is empty ,glass is broken
Flower is dead and
Candle is flickering
I think
It’s over!!!!!
Poem
Subject less!!!!
I was left unanswered, when I asked!
I’ve surrendered most of
the precious belongings
What’s in return!!
Is there anything
worth waiting?
I have lives to long for !!
Yearnings are permanent
in my
Dynasty!!
I can go deeper in abyss,
Where feelings and sentiments are dumped
Can I strive for the last edge of infinity ?
Does aroma settles into body beyond diffusion?
Can I hold the pain to relieve it?
Can I get answered?
For what I realized after realizing………!!!!!!
Written on my tombstone
A memoir of flashes and bones
Under the rubbles of fidelity,
Buried a body of detachments
Soul-craving cells of her costume
Dyed crimson with hues
Of heart nectar
Passed away to hell,
Driven by the illusions
Of paradoxical heavens
This cemetery is absurdly
Ashamed of having her!!!