Poetry : A gallery

This is something so special for me. It took me such a long time to do all of this even-though it may not seem like it. I’d be the most content person if you’d share and spread this piece of art, crafted with love by me. Keep the pieces you like and please keep circulating this post. That would be my wreath. Thanks a lot for everything. 🙂yoman.jpg69e06ff0e9cf13ad15baaho39d8e293ecf.jpg

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At Night

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Go on and try,

Try to fit me,

into the mould,

Break my bones,

and twist my body-

Shake me up,

and turn me around,

to something else,

I’ll still be me-

dear world,

For my heart was made,

from  the tears-

strength shed,

when it was alone,

at night.

~Saadia

Check this out : Motivational Quotes: A Gallery

Thank you :* ❤

Find your Passion.

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There are many of us who haven’t yet walked the path we were meant to, some of us still wake up like an accident , like we have nothing to do here, it may seem like you’re out of business in this world, like you ain’t got no aim or part to play. Don’t lose hope. Steve Jobs said that. He said, ‘Sometimes life is going to hit you in the face with a brick but don’t lose hope.’ You were meant to bring something authentic into the world that did not exist before. You’ve got to get up everyday and chase what you’ve always wanted, always dreamt of, the things you saw others having but never had, the things your haters said you’d never even be near. Foolish people praise themselves. People who are worth it are praised my others but the best people in the world are praised by their haters. So catch the risk factor in your life. Everything that matters requires risk. You’ll love working hard, believe me, knowing that it will pay off. Do the things you love, while getting out of the bubble that surrounds you. Stop waking up and wanting to sleep again. And after , you’ll find a fire in your soul which replaces sleep with passion. Do what you were meant to. Stop wasting your life. Dream. Act. Believe. Execute.

~Saadia

ROOM

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Got a feeling that I’m going under, But I know I’ll make it out alive…

It was that time of the year again. In the town of Mitachi, the place I called home, every 18 year old was blessed with some extraordinary power. I thought of the powers my father, mother and sister had. My father could decipher the meaning of all kinds of dreams. My mother had the ability to sense lies. My sister was a blessed bird. She was blessed with physical powers allowing her to do any possible stunt, any split or any physically possible yoga pose. Because of that she became a stunt runner . Why wouldn’t anyone if he could balance all of his weight on a fingertip like she did. What else could one possibly ask for?

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I was pulled out of my train of thought by the sound of the blow horn. Names were read out, teens gifted and all of them would know when the right time would come. Zuzak. Adam. Loran. Austin. Suzan. Leah and so on. Finally, my name was called out. Sophia Grace. I approached the goblet of smoke which kind of choked me . The smoke rose and encircled me and at that very moment my nails grew an inch and there was some kind of electricity flowing through my hands, charging through me. It wasn’t exciting, it was frightening. Little did I know that ‘Frightening’ was all it could ever be.

I looked at the goblet once and walked away. Back at home, no one asked me about my ability, they would know it soon enough.

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I couldn’t sleep well that night. All I dreamt of was my sister entering a room with muddy walls, floor and a muddy ceiling. I ran after her, trying to stop her but she disappeared into the room.

i woke up with beads of sweat on my forehead . Anyway, I walked downstairs, had breakfast , the same old scramble and sausage, to erase the negative thoughts from my head. My sister was in a dancer’s stance. I was happy to see her at her happiest self. I gobbled up my food and went to work at the local greenhouse.

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Work and the day were okay or so it was until I came back to an empty house.

My parents came home at 8 in the evening. I was scared out of my mind. Understatement. My mother had just entered when our neighbor Mark followed , carrying the lifeless body of my sister.

 

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Tripping over myself, aching, begging you to come help. And now I’m without your kisses, I’ll be needing stitches.

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They told me that she fell of a cliff and the raging water never spared her a breath. All I could do was rock back and forth, stifling the sobs.

I dreamt again that night. I saw Loran , the third boy to be gifted in the same muddy room . But this time he was shrieking and when the cries came to the highest, I woke up.

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Loran died the next day.

If only I had known.

I could sense death , that was my gift . I realized it on the day they told me that Loran was out in the wild when a boar strangled him.  his screams still echoed in my head. Pleading.

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I thought I’d been hurt before, But no one’s ever left me quiet this sore.

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Today was the day, I needed all of the bravery in the world. I had found the solution to my self-destructive power. Wasn’t life just a blink from a train….I would pass.

I lay down, breathed a long breath and dug my nails into my throat and it no longer hurt. I was set free. I tore my skin apart and as I escaped into nothingness, I saw myself entering the room.

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You watch me bleed until I can’t breathe , shaking, falling onto my knees….

~Saadia

Behind the scenes:

  1. I love contradicting my own statements , hence the first caption..

2. The muddy room refers to the grave. An indirect comparison.

3. Yes, I get nightmares . Do you?

Let me know about your fears in the comments 🙂

 

Story: My own creation.

Pictures: pinterest

Captions: ‘Stitches ‘ by Shawn Mendes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hope you liked this story. If you did, please share it as It is one of my dearest works. Good day.

 

Dear Pen

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I make you bleed,

the blood stains my hands,

takes away the pain,

that had settled,

right here in my heart,

I love you for that,

for bringing back my sanity,

Picking you up and scribbling,

my thoughts, pouring my heart out,

I love you for that,

for always being there,

ready to lighten the weight,

I carry in my head.

I love you for when,

there is no friend left,

only you, dear pen,

I love you for that.

~ Saadia

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Be Brave

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A hollow plunges you into a dimension where existence hurts. If I tell you that I understand what you’re going through, I mean that I have been in that place, fighting for a way to live, battling the problems made out of me , being both the sculptor and the statue. I do not mean that I fathom what you feel because pain is unique- it hits you at your weakest, knowing where to strike.

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But perhaps the best thing sometimes is to face life head on – to tear away the cocoon that safeguards you because temporary solutions won’t work for this permanent problem. Brace yourself, look in the direction of a brighter tomorrow because you can never have something until you ask. I know that all salvation is temporary but trying to live the best moments to the fullest is what matters because who knows what lies ahead?

Have fun. Good luck. Be Brave. You’ve got this and I know that you can because you are made of the cosmos. Look for the best because there is a long way to go. As Dr. Sir Muhammad Iqbal has said:

  ” abhi ishq ke imtihaan aur bhi hain,

                     sitarun ke agee jahan aur bhi hain”

                   Translation: There are more tests of love yet to go through, there are more worlds beyond the stars yet to be found. 

And …

” Kabhee kise ko muqamal jahan nhi milta,

kabee zameen , kabee aasman nhi milta.”

Translation: No one has even resided in a perfect world, sometimes you don’t possess the world , sometimes the sky.

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~Saadia

 

Power to Change Lives

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That moment was so brief….., it seemed to be, but a dream……. I came to know the power……..that each word and gesture possessed…………the power to change lives…….which maybe, just maybe ……………makes our life worth living.

Life is hard and beyond anyone’s control……….but that is what The Almighty made us for………….to touch each others lives……………with the compassion we have inside us………………by forgiving and forgetting………………even when it is hard………..because maybe someone, somewhere……….is happy…………..just because you exist.

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You, yes you………….have the immense power…………the empathy to make a change……………to lift a life……..YOU HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE LIVES………..Many may choose to ignore it,……………..but remember , no happiness is greater,………….than the happiness of making others happy 🙂

~Saadia

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