Tag: solitude

VERSE | STILLNESS

On By Mahvash K. M.In poetry, serenity, verse, womenwriters, writing1 Comment 
There is a peace in solitude
It comes with a little practice
At first you miss the cacophony 
Of everyday distractions 

But the heart in time learns to grow still
You can almost see your breath
Weaving its vapory way out of
Your lungs in a silver thread 

Every inhale is deep and calm
You close your eyes each time
You feel your blood rush in your veins
You feel serene, you feel alive

Time slows down, each moment glides
Almost visibly away
But not before it wraps you 
In its visceral array

It is Now, and Now is all
There is for you to know
It’s in this time of solitude
That your calm and stillness grow.

VERSE | HEALING

On By Mahvash K. M.In poetry, serenity, verse, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment 
She looks down at the empty page 
Something is on her mind 
A plot, a verse for better or worse 
For the rest, a pithy line 

But nothing stirs into rank and file 
For her to string together 
The words and phrases spin like crazy 
She just can’t find the tether 

“I looked at him in puzzlement…”
No today she couldn’t go there 
“She sat serene and beautiful
With a magnolia in her hair…”

She felt herself choke a little 
She couldn’t walk there either 
In sepia-toned dreams is where
She felt happiest seeing her 

A cup of tea, a pastry 
That sublime combination
Surely she could muster up 
Something for that occasion 

But her thoughts were far away 
They were looking at something else 
The woman poised upon her page 
Needed healing herself 

So they had set up a little storm 
In the space of her tearing mind 
Whirling, swirling round and round 
Until the pain was left behind 

Then to her blue-stung heart they went 
To gently numb the precious space
Odes to life’s ripple and swell 
Could wait for another day.

VERSE | UNTIL THEN

On By Mahvash K. M.In hope, poetry, verse, writingLeave a comment 
He looked at me with eyes of love 
I could not hold his gaze 
My heart lay closed and tightly bound 
In yards of purple lace 

It once had soared high above 
Where eagles roam the skies 
But since then it had plummeted 
It had shrivelled up and dried

By and by it beat again 
As I slowly found my peace 
But it still liked to hide away 
In its blue-violet niche 

So when he looked at me with eyes 
That spoke of tender starts 
I looked away, there was no way
Into my blue-bruised heart 

Someday when the colours change 
Of the blood that flows within 
Of when my heart reddens anew
And once more soars and sings

I hope that I can hold that gaze 
So full of affection 
Until then I hope to heal enough
To want to love again

VERSE | THE QUINTESSENTIAL INTROVERT

On By Mahvash K. M.In Foot in the Mouth, pandemic, poetry, verse, writing2 Comments 
I am the quintessential introvert
There was a time I had my social spurts 
But all that seems like a lifetime ago
The Corona has given our spacetime a blow. 

I absolutely love my solitude 
When I say ‘Leave me be’ I’m not being rude
It’s just the way I’m internally wired 
Too much nodding and smiling just makes me tired

That’s not to say that I spurn the cliche
Of the Island that No Man Is
I’m just more prone to proverbs that sweep
Through Still Waters that tend to Run Deep.

And now I’m on the back foot yet again
By that adage I didn’t mean I’m a Brain
An Einstein, a Galileo or an Edison
(Well .. maybe a tad like A. Tennyson).

Dear reader I’m the embodiment of reserve
I don’t seek adulation that is undeserved 
But even as I spin this meter and rhyme
I think every enterprising poet doth have her time

In the shining confluence of our universe
Of writers, and scribblers, masters of verse
But since I’m the quintessential introvert 
I’ll tell my tales from my quiet corner on earth

Still, if by some providential twist of fate
Some of you think that my writing’s first rate
Know that I still love my solitude 
I’ll thank ye kindly and then I’ll respectfully brood.

VERSE| SOLITUDE

On By Mahvash K. M.In poetry, serenity, verse, writing2 Comments 
I wrote this old world ditty when I was around 16 years old.  Introverted and a lover of words, this was a fitting tribute to my world then.
The funny thing is that of the little poetry I wrote as a teenager, this is the only piece I remember by heart.  The rest I have committed to a well worn, dog eared diary which once I get home to Karachi, I will also reproduce here.  If nothing else, I (and anyone else who feels intrepid and fancifully armed!) can reflect on my eccentric adolescent  mind when re-reading the mostly quirky, sometimes pained, sometimes euphoric pieces that I wrote.  
O Solitude, thou art to me
A silent, wholesome company.
When of the world of beings I tire,
To thee for solace I retire.

Each moment that I spend with thee
In thy wholesome company
Retrieves for me my peace of mind
Worries and cares are left behind.

And the world itself begins to seeem
A place where is upheld one’s own regime;
And the heart is filled with serenity
In thy wholesome company.