A remembrance which sheds tears

Remembrance of those days scares me,
Depresses me,
It is too painful

Big girls don't cry,
But that day I did,
Cried in silence,
tears flowing

Heart shattered.
The feeling of betrayal fresh,
Scarring me so deep,
That I can shed more tears with a simple remembrance.

Daisy from The Great Gatsby

From upper class she was,
Dressed in white,
as white as the pearls in the ocean.
Sipping wine,
elegant, graceful, poised.
Men tipped their hats at her.
She smiled,
a scornful smile.
Powdered hands,
pale fingers,
clutched at her beige skirt,
as she walked in the halls.
A gentleman in blue,
took her delicate fingers,
bent down,
touched his lips to them,
Dove into his pocket,
white turned to silver.
Diamonds sparkled,
as she danced under the eyes,
he lifted her hand,
his lips met hers.
The melodious music stopped,
he bowed.
And then it was all over

The Beating Heart that is Karachi

Karachi. Big, bustling Karachi. Enchantingly dirty. Amazingly alive. A heart beating at its centre night and day. My favourite city. You will look at me in surprise. Noisy, filthy, overcrowded Karachi, my favourite? 

Yes indeed. You have to look past its flaws to see its beauty. You have to see the treasures Karachi holds within. The warm waves. The smell of worldly cuisines on its streets. Karachi's strangers coming to your aid in times of need. The unity among the rich, the poor, the different religions and sects holds the city together. People bring this city to life. 

Words

Words fall across the page,

Blue water creating them

Black powder forming them

Letters trail off the page

Heading to the end

Harsh touches

stain the tree's bark

Pressing against it

Creating veins 

that will live forever

Unless burnt

Moonlight and its magic

The moon rose over the stillness,

Glowing in its magnificence

Its white eyes gazed down on the chaotic world,
Pulling the waves with its gaze,

Pushing them away in anger

The salty waves roared in delight,

As the moon cast a reflection so bright,

It blinded the world,

Blinding them from the chaos

A new life begins

She entered the hall,

her dress flashing

like bright chandeliers,

Making her way down the path of red,

A soft, steady path

A path of great importance,

Relatives gaped,

The princess,

dappled in red,

made a pathway of her own

Her suitor smiled shyly,

his hand extended

Then her fingers clasped his,

At that moment,

Her new life began

Ebony Curls Danced

The ebony waves flowed,

Curling on the rusty rock

Twirling in the soft sand,

Falling below into the shoulder abyss,

They dangle,

Tickling the blades,

Trickling past them

Down to the curves,

The wave of curls settled,

Smiling as they dangled

Chandeliers,

Whipping the air as she danced