Poems, Thoughts

Crave for creativity

The crave for creativity intensifies

when one realises its meditative powers

and its intoxication for peace

once the life is consumed in the mundane affairs

to save the roof over the head and the rice on the plate

but how could we forget that creativity is the bread and butter

for a life that is fulfilling

one that makes the mundane seem enlightening

one that turns the profane to sacred…

one that is worth living

– Parveen Maghera

 

 

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the piece

I cut myself loose from this puzzle
with a snap from the scissors but
it won’t stay away insofar as
these feelings find themselves
right back into the same incision
to fill it as though
they’re screaming at me to go back
to where I was and start again
because I belonged there,
but I don’t want to be a piece of this puzzle
I cannot fathom, I want to be
the one who can mess the pieces
so you can feel
like a piece of my puzzle for once

— Parveen Maghera

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Reality on a thin thread

We’ve been told many times
not to fall prey to kindness
that is two-faced
but how could we stop ourselves
when we all yearn for kindness
at every nook and cranny of this world
I’m just happy at least
that our faith in humanity
is still hanging there
even if it’s on a thin thread

— Parveen Maghera

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regret

this inferno spreads through my body

it shouts the cries of peril

unsynchronised gestures

red eye monster

consciousness fade little by little

wait, where am I?

 

I need to leave

drums beating down my head

my wheels are far away

I am a tree swaying in the wind

the smell of leather and dry ice

taste of bile in my mouth

spit, cough, waterfall

 

slam my feet on the pedal

need to leave this dungeon

why is it so foggy today?

my lashes are damp

the lights are blaring

lost in this darkness

 

I am suffocating within myself

my head is damped

the wheel is red

press on, press on but

they stop me from the front

blue uniforms drag me out

I wasn’t the only one in red

 

my hands are tied with silver chains

a white blanket covers her

the redness never ceased to flow

like my endless chugs

it’s a start of something new

where did I go wrong?

 

– Parveen Maghera

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