Poems, Thoughts

Work in progress

I’m still tying the fragments of my childhood to the

untidy pieces of my teens,

to be that woman I think I could be,

I’m still a work-in-progress,

a continuous labour of emotions,

would you still be there to see me

build my palace of dreams,

an empire of love and

a universe of never-ending hope?

– Parveen Maghera

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Blurred

Happiness feels like an illusion

when you drown in the same pool many times

words offer temporary comfort

a disheartening reality but how could you

a poet speak like this when words are your escape

what if escape were a permanent solution

then whom would poems speak for?

– Parveen Maghera

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Born to fight

you cry and scream like a child when your heart takes the blade of betrayal, longing for a hold of love to mend the broken pieces, your eyes wonder for the answers but the world is full of unexplained chaos, even a touch of empathy does not warm the frozen heart, but you just breathe my little angel, because in this uncertain, unexpected, unfair world, you are born to be a mighty child of God who is armed with the pain of the world as a weapon to destroy the devils that come back at you a second, third or fourth time, on your own, with a heart that has melted overtime with wisdom and maturity, because my little angel, you are your own hero in this chaotic world.

— Parveen Maghera

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My playground and garden

and just like every other day I tell
the woman in the mirror each morning that
the world is not just my playground it
is my garden where I can choose to
plant the roses and
water them with love or
let the weeds consume the
beauty I fail to envision so I tell
the woman in the mirror that while
the world is my happy playground bustling
with 
curiosity
it is also my beautiful garden exploding
with 
positivity.🌹

— Parveen Maghera

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Lost Angels

we’re all angels in this world, but we do not know because we forget how much we have to offer, the gifts we can give are all drowned in our own pursuits of what society demands from us, and that is the same society that begs our altruism, but how could we find our hidden angels again when the same path to altruism is rigged with competition, popularity masked under each act of charity, how could we tell the authentic from the inauthentic any more in this world of fabrication, I yearn for the angel we were all born with that began glowing right in our mothers’ wombs and then into her soft embrace, the angels are on earth, but they’ve lost their paths, because we forgot about them.

— Parveen Maghera

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Sugar dust

I want to sprinkle some sugar dust on you, to tell you how much sweetness you deserve in this world that has robbed your beautiful soul its innocence, the bitterness you are drowning in is what I want to save you from, these choppy waves of heartbreak have made you forget the divine seashells on the shore, I just need you to pick one up and observe it, listen to the sounds of the angels calling you back home to your true self, which I will bring back with some sugar dust.

— Parveen Maghera

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