The racquets do play
And The skies do sing
The frost in my eyes
Believes that beauty,
It sees in everything
Where do I find that
madness
All that blends in
All that blends in
Really some desire
That beats in
Every being
Delays of cries
That speaks in prices
Where is that smile
Without cold ices
The racquets do play
And The skies do sing
-masuma
Woke up to pink skies, so I had to write, I did feel like singing too..
A beautiful gift by Sofia Arastu
I have been looking out for a good Bismillah frame for my home as far I can remember … during childhood my lovely neighbour Nazifa Nawaz H who is an exceptional artist would do a lot of modern art and to get influenced by her art was a gift I would say… and it was her art that had given shape to my imagination of how I wanted the Bismillah frame to look like for my home.
I never came close to selecting one for years of bazaar hunts.. at one point I thought let me do it myself instead.. though eventually I ended up writing a poem ..
Sofia your artwork is that beautiful match and it is such a delight in my home.
Check Sofia Arastu artwork : https://instagram.com/sofiaarastu?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
Says a bird
Where should she be
In the juggle of
Building her nest
She cages to few trees
Soon once a tender fruit
Drops on her beak
And That taste she discovers
to be a gift for the weak
To be nourished by some more
She gathers strength for a find
and assembles her collect
From her own lifts and flights
though the match for that taste
She still does not find
seeking from the vast
Her struggles tunes her
into being more refined
all those moments of unrest
Then Begins to beautifully shine
She returns to the same branch
With a heart without any yearn
To devote a little happy thanks
For the passion she had earned
As she wonders through her flops
That tender fruit again drops
And to her surprise
She finds many like her
flying by over her in a line
They carried that fruit
she longed all that time,
So she followed them,
For a pretty long while
To finally reach
That bliss of all time
On her way back to her nest
With huge plucks for her own
She drops bits of her fruit
And very Happily as she could
For all that she knew
There is
Immense Beauty
in brotherhood
-masuma
Sometimes it does surprise me how I end up spotting them 🙃🙃
And 💭how it’s actually always is about having the least resistance for acquiring more brightness….
Little by a thumbs up
Little by a pat
Little by a tip
and continues
a dream of “I can”
Plenty is the treat
Only when
the stick
Follows a plan
-masuma
A Conversation story : “CUTE”
She: 🤷♀️
I am done with this overly populated choices in life. I can’t be smart all the time and keep at research reads to pick the most efficient / optimum option…after going around the globe of experiencing the value checks of every option in my head before I actually make the decision.
I want to be CUTE. That’s it.
He:🤷♂️
Cute?! Cute!? What do you mean, CUTE?
She:💁♀️
Like having the freedom to function with not knowing everything and then making those choices which may possibly land you into, maybe, a bit clumsy state or a hurdled life or little inconvenience or oops phase or oh no moment and then how one ends up looking cute.. like that cute…just want to be CUTE.
He:🕺
👀 alright hmm I see, OKAY…👻
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Few days go by,
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She and He, in their car, He was driving..(She was guiding 🙃)
He: 🙋♂️
please if you could help with a quick call and verify our delay for the appointment.
She:🙋♀️
yes sure.. tring tring.. talk .. done
He: 🙋♂️
please if you could call again and see what other appointments they have and probably book the one after.. in case we are further delayed.
She: 🤦♀️
well we should reach in acceptable delay.. it should be okay. I am Not calling.
👻 kicks in !!!
He: “Oh, you are sooooo CUTE”
She: ? ?
In few seconds, Lighting strikes …and
She laughed and laughed and laughed and He enjoyed her laughter with a satisfaction of “THE”achievement for the day..
CUTE?!
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She, then, calls 📞
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