zakariya

A drop from the ocean of patience...

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  • zakariya 2d

    Even the vibrant
    colours of rainbows
    are insufficient to
    replace the torrential
    storms of pain you
    jolted her heart with
    by drifting away from
    the rhythmic beats
    of love and eternal
    soul of humanity.
    ©zakariya

  • zakariya 2d

    Words spoken can't be
    collected back and reconstructed
    so speak the way you need not
    to regret anywhere.
    ©zakariya

  • zakariya 1w

    Poets are Saviours Too

    Amidst the gruesome tides
    Of this finite voyage of life
    All are proceeding as sailors
    Amid the chaotic troughs
    To attain the harbour of hope
    More or less, all are but hit
    By the tsunami of pain
    Some hide it behind the smile
    And some are shedding it
    Through eyes via the tears
    While only a few are oozing it out
    In the form of poetry and as such
    Ease the burden of their souls
    They are not only the poets
    But the saviour's of time
    Who write to enlighten others
    How to sail their floating boats
    Amidst the chaotic ocean of life
    To solace on the core harbour
    Of tranquility and peace.
    ©zakariya

  • zakariya 1w

    Let Time Speak

    Amidst the autumn fall
    Of dry rumbled leaves
    I oft yearn to keep quiet
    And wait with patience
    For I always rely on time
    To answer those faces
    Who left no stone
    Unturned in piercing
    My heart to bleed
    Sometimes with words
    And at times, with just
    The unending silence.
    ©zakariya

  • zakariya 2w

    Remembering the Martyrs

    Currently we stand apart and scattered
    But the sweet fragrance and aroma
    Of your pious and sacred blood
    Dances amidst the pleasant breeze
    And enchant the creations with,
    A new dazzling day out of the dawn
    To rejoice till the dusk and beyond
    Distanciation does prevail,
    But your scars have had
    A significant place In our hearts,
    Which oft pulsate, to sing
    The fairy tales of merriment and throe
    Your uneven departure has plunged
    All of us, Into an utter despair
    And we could hardly manage
    A single smile on our choked lips
    We applaud your stringent nature
    And brass bound steadfastness
    In protecting the bleeding paradise
    From the brutality of tyrants,
    Till bullets pierced down your hearts
    And your souls departed from us
    And left for heavenly abode.
    But the words you spoke so far
    Are quite immortal and
    Bound to scratch the depths
    In every passing moment of our lives.
    ©zakariya

  • zakariya 2w

    #BalanceforBetter @writersnetwork #pod @mirakee #womansday_wt
    Factors society needs to remove for enhancing gender equality,
    ■ Minimising female illiteracy level.
    ■ Changing the total negative outlook of men towards women at home, work place and everywhere.
    ■ Removing the influence of traditional religious scripts, male dominance, caste system, dowry and patriarchy on women.
    ■ Not to treat woman only as a child production machine and a mere sexual object.
    ■ Not to deny women their legal, political and social rights apart from the access to employment and participation in decision making.

    Infact every day is a women's day...

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    Honestly,
    not behind me
    but besides me,
    there has always
    been a woman,
    who gave me
    a chance to live,
    reason to think,
    way to act,
    art to judge
    and finally
    made me human,
    that is the one,
    whom I call mom.
    ©zakariya

  • zakariya 4w

    And, whenever I find
    myself numb to speak, I
    choose the path of poetry
    to revitalise, the dead
    strings of my soul.
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  • zakariya 8w

    Sunrise
    Aurora, Cheerful
    Beautifying, Enlightening, Refreshing
    Unfolding hope, Concealing scars
    Dwindling, Flickering, Sinking
    Dusky, Somber
    Sunset

    ©zakariya

  • zakariya 8w

    Though the nation got freedom
    From the British colonial rule
    Only by presenting
    Innumerable sacrifices
    And a flowing ocean of blood
    But still the fragile woman
    Earlier known to be a goddess
    Faces the same exploitation,
    Torture, misery and humiliation
    As visualised before the
    Dawn of India's independence
    Both inside as well as outside
    The clutches of family.
    So being a sovereign nation
    You need to sternly challenge
    The cult of domesticity
    And modify the existing structure
    To provide woman with
    A mere sigh of eternal relief
    And bestow her with real freedom
    That no miscreant can ever dare
    To tear her dignity and grace
    And look at her with a filthy eye
    Though freed you are now
    But don't curb the freedom of others
    And snatch their eternal bliss.
    Though freed you are
    Freedom you need to practice
    In its true spirit to develop,
    That no mother could ever cry
    For losing the soul she loves.
    So give freedom to all caged
    In both the letter and spirit
    Irrespective of their caste, class,
    Gender, nationality and religion
    And let them too, cherish
    The fruits of freedom.

    ©zakariya
    #freedom @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    Freedom and Woman

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  • zakariya 8w

    Day in and day out
    I found the antique clock
    Hanging on the same rough wall
    Of the muddy den we dwell in
    Though dust ridden, it's now
    And seems to be of no use
    In the wake of modernity, but
    I consider it to be the best gift
    Received from my ancestors
    For every time I visualise
    My life going in pieces
    I lift the frozen blanket aside
    And turn my pale yellow face
    To the same dust ridden clock
    And gaze on it for a while
    Though it speaks nothing
    But conveys the latent message
    Of not losing hope anymore
    For all wounds will surely heal
    With the passage of time.
    I wear a smile on my choked lips
    And start waiting with patience
    For the right moment to come
    And embrace my forlorn soul
    With a chisel of joy,
    Though rusty the clock seems,
    But not less than,
    A divine blessing for me.

    ©zakariya
    #clock @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    Antique Clock

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