Let go!!

I've grown out and broken your spell

Free as a bird, destined to marvel.

Your wickedness and foul play, left behind

Vileness now doubled as echoed and repelled.

Confound in devilry, with a mark of Cain

You are a prisoner of mind who’s hard to impel.

A farewell, a departure, a covert blessing

Such a finale, tale love to retell.

Found that peace of soul and beyond

All  knots untied, nothing to unravel.
My destiny, way ahead; my journey though long

But far from treachery, & bound to excel.

(Samima)

An Inward Struggle!!

Senses numb, breathing hard and streite

Each moment, a battle with a demon inside

 Its enormity vast, not shrinking, even slight

Leading to my soul’s perplexity & plight

Confound in its maze, lacking options outright

Lost in its depth, but gaze on height

For a new day I long, for this sun to shine bright

But darkness still murky, lasting long is this night.

(Samima)

Untitled Poem in "The Visionary" The Lady's Book, (1833-1834)~~ E.A. Poe

Thou wast that all to me, love, 

 For which my soul did pine— 

A green isle in the sea, love—

 A fountain and a shrine 

All wreathed round with wild flowers,

 And all the flowers were mine! 

But the dream—it could not last; 

 Young Hope! thou did'st arise 

But to be overcast ! 

 A voice from out the Future cries

" Onward !" while o'er the Past, 

 Dim Gulf! —my spirit hovering lies, 

Mute — motionless — aghast !

For alas !—alas !—with me 

 Ambition —all— is o'er;

" No more — no more — no more"—

 (Such language holds the breaking sea 

To the sands upon the shore,) 

 Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, 

Or the stricken eagle soar ! 

And all my hours are trances,

 And all my nightly dreams 

Are where the dark eye glances—

 And where thy footstep gleams

In what ethereal dances, 

 By what Italian streams. 

Alas ! for that accursed time 

 They bore thee o'er the billow, 

From me!—to titled age and crime, 

 And an unholy pillow— 

From Love, and from our misty clime, 

 Where weeps the silver willow!

Beauty of Nature!!

Small seeds of acts, flowers to character in life

Though happens subtly & grasp isn't fast;

Clustering enhances visibility to gardener

But picture painted to world long lasts.

Beauty of character must be there;

In acts all public or clandestine.

Practicing daily & merging in nature

So beauty becomes nature; will spring n shine.

Truth without corruption adheres to integrity

Lies and dishonesty leads to falsehood of life,

Few believe honesty a virtue; few act and exercise

Self-deceit holds them to act otherwise.

(Samima)