I’m Not That “She” (Poetry)

Dare you never


To control,


Nor convince,


Neither force me.


I can’t entertain your wishes —


I’m not that she.


Still you want me to follow?


Fix this thing in your mind shallow.


My soul is mine.


My choice is fine.


I’m not the bird – you can cage.


I’m a butterfly,


I wander as per my taste.


I sit on beauties which reflect respect.


I’ll stay where the smell of love is felt.

‐Sana Mahin. (Copyright reserved)

Mystery of Rainfall..

The falling of rain is a mystery,

Some thought the drops dancing,

Enjoying their chemistry..

Some feel it’s crying,

As they left the cemetery..

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For me, it reveals history

Of being abandoned by the clouds..

Showing no signs of injury,

Falling with liberty breaking all bonds,

It symbolizes victory..!

©®Sana Mahin..

I think we should all learn this from rain..

Thank you..

Wedding anniversary.. (poetry)

Pain pierced me, When I wrote the

date,

Something inside me began to ate…

I did not actually forgot,

It’s the day I celebrated a lot…

It’s the day, my dad married a fairy,

People call it their wedding anniversary…

To give a surprise to mom and dad,

How crazy fights, we siblings had..

I remember how we saved money,

Forbidding some candies of orange and honey…

When we looked at the candles on cake,

We wished their bond to never shake..

Today I can’t wish a happy anniversary,

To that lonely sweet fairy…

Her prince had been taken away,

Divine separation made her alone stay…

I wish their reunion in heaven,

Above all the skies seven…

May they celebrate million anniversaries,

In the land of no separation and worries…

©®Sana Mahin…

Love you mumma and papa… (Aameen)

(I wrote this yesterday on the occasion of my their wedding anniversary.. )

Thanks for reading..

My dear arrived.. (poetry)

I started loving my city more,

Someone came back, far from seven shores..

It seems the scent of his feet brought springs,

The soil of my town had cracked rings..

At moments, I’m dancing along with cool breeze,

In the very next, thoughts made me freeze…

Our watches showing time same,

I’m behaving so senseless, whom to blame..?

The sand should stop falling in the hour glass,

I don’t want this time to ever pass…

People ask me the reason for my smiles,

How can I tell, someone is back from thousand miles…!

©®Sana Mahin…

I’ve written this on a request of a friend.. Though I never experienced this feeling, I totally enjoyed writing it..It was an amazing feeling to feel this extremely happiest emotion..😊

I hope I justified her feelings..

Thanks for reading..

As the day ends.. (poetry)

Sometimes day starts with rays gloomy,

Melodious birds can’t suppress melancholy..

Even coffee taste bitter,

Greetings feel tough to utter..

.

Somehow moving sun tries to convince,

Treats me like a royal prince..

Lunch sounds somewhat better,

Time is a big sorrow cutter..

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Somewhere beyond the mountains,

Sun sets behind dark curtains..

Miraculously all the worries ends,

Sometimes, as the day ends…

©® Sana Mahin..

Best friends

Before sunset,

Every end of sky painting

Shades of crimson,

Trading colors with heaven…

.

Friendly rays of setting sun,

Radiating their faces,

Igniting togetherness..

Endless talks along with chirping birds

Nourishing their bond..

Dance of giggling lips,

Scintillating their souls…

©®Sana Mahin

This is also acrostic poem.. (The first letter of each verse forms the title)..

Love you mom

Love, a word, the meaning you are

Out of the blue, a magical star..

Vain is my life, without you

Each day your affection grew..

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Yet, at times I took you for granted

On my hard days, you never deserted

Umbrella you were, when sorrows fell wholehearted..

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Mystical creature you are, O’ mother!

Oscillates our lives around each other,

Mom, your care can’t match with any other!

©®Sana Mahin…

This is a poetry form called Acrostic.. In this form the first letter of each verse forms the title of the poem..

Thank you for reading..

Some stories meant to live in poetry…

I wanted to be with you,

You went miles away..

It’s not impossible to talk,

But, you choose to stay away..

For sure, it’s not ego,

I must let you go..

I’ll never tell, songs reminds me of you,

Nostalgic memories celebrates being with you,

Eyes sketch your faded image,

Heart debates over it to be love or a mirage..

Hands crave to hold you again,

Our bond you almost tried to slain…

Let love rest in cemetery,

Some stories meant to live in poetry…

©®Sana Mahin…

I wrote this poem when I was missing my friend, Shadan tuba…

I don’t have any other option to communicate with her.. May be she’ll read this someday…

I’m actually very angry with her but it’s okay.. We can’t force anyone to stay with us..

(Good luck girl.. Be happy..!)

Winter winds

The way winter breaks the cells apart,

Drawing lines on skin making art,

It’s not the craft which brings smile,

But, resembles the trench

You gave to my heart,

Quite a long back,

Still it aches…

It’s an

Art..!

©® Sana Mahin..

Another nonet.. I hope you enjoy reading it.. If you don’t know what’s nonet, then read my previous post..

Thank you..