Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman 


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

by: Maya Angelou


Ghazal Title:-“Achchhey Waqt Ki Khaatir”


Apney Kal Ko sanwaarne ke liye Apna Aaj Bigaadna Padta hai,

Achchhey Waqt ki Khatir Pehle Bura waqt Guzaarna Padta hai.


Yun to Jeeti Jaati hai Jung Koi Jeetne se hi,

par Aksar Badi Jung Jeetne Ke liye Pehle Haarna Padta hai.


Yun hi Nahin Poori Hoti zindagi ki Har Khwaish Kisi ki,

Iske liye Na jaane kaisi kaisi khwaishon ko pehle Maarna Padta hai.


Aisey hi Nahin chadta Kaamyaabi Ki Seedhiyaan Koi,

Iske liye pehle Apney Ghuroor ko Nechey Utaarna Padta hai.


Gar ban rahin ho Rukawat kuchh purani yadein raah me kabhi,

To un Yaadon ke Pannon Ko pehle Phaadna Padta hai.


Yun hi Nahin chhalakta Dard ‘Aatif’ Ki Ghazlon se koi,

Iske liye Pehle KuredKar Zakhmon ko Apney Ubhaarna Padta hai.


a Ghazal Composed By Syed Sabah ur Rehman-Aatif

“LAST TIME I SAW YOU”by a Guest Poet-Jillian Joyce of Scotland

“Last Time I Saw You”

You lived on Bank Street

third floor, top left –

I remember the door,

holding my breath,

as it opened

and you’d appear

with a book in your hand,

a cutting remark

on the tip of your tongue.

Naked one time;

still slippy

from the water I could hear gurgling in the drain.


Your flatmate watching as I

slip awkwardly from your grasp,

face blank as stone

while we play stoner games

I keep winning;

laughing all the way back out your door.


Later you drag me to a café

with your new and far more suitable girlfriend.

She and I studiously avoid each other’s gaze

( thanking god for the hangers-on who are tripping balls, Man)

me, because she is so much prettier than I:

her, because she is so far above me 

she might be riding on a cloud.


I watch her flawless mouth

sip bitter expresso,

marble with anxiety

over who will be next?

(You have already jokingly informed me

you are working very hard on one of her friends.)


The urge to gorge on the pain of others

flows strong along old Bavarian waterways.

The forests around familiar towns

are filling up with graves.

In another life

where painful truths

coexist with uneasy truce,

I tried to tell you, last time I saw you.

‘You frighten me,’

I said, (or words to that effect)

‘With your appetites and your disregard for the rest of the human race,’

but you just laughed and rolled over and went back to sleep

by: Jillian Joyce

Biography of the Author:

Jillian Joyce lives in Glasgow in Scotland which is always an interesting place to be. She has been writing for as long as she can remember – documenting, exaggerating and plain old fibbing (or fiction writing, as we call it) about her experiences on this far-flung little piece of the (current) UK. Her work has appeared in print and online magazines including Flashquake, Firstwriter and Cutting teeth and her poem ‘Remnants of a Catholic girlhood’ can be found in the 2016 GWL anthology ‘Mixing the Colours: women speaking about sectarianism’

see her work on WOMEN’S LIBRARY

A Very Romantic poetry:-“HAN YE MOHABBAT HAI” (YES IT IS LOVE)


         Hota hai Jab Zikra-e-Mohabbat to Naam Zehan me Tera Aata hai, 
        Mohabbat Mayne Sirf Tu hai Mujhe To bas Inta Samajh Aata hai .

        Main khud bhi Aazma Leta hun Apni Mohabbat ki Dewangi Kabhi,
        Ki band Karun Jaise hi Aankhen To Chehra Tera Nazar Aata hai.

        Hai Mujhko is Baat ka Ahsaas ki Maujood nahi hai Paas Tu mere,    
        To Phir Pehlu me Baitha ho Tu Jaise dil ye Kyun Ahsaas Karata hai.

        Mar Jaaye Jo Kisi ki Yaad Me Usey Deewaana Kahte Hain Log,
        To Phir Marey Jo Har Lamha Kisi ke Liye Wo Kya Kahlaata hai.

        Chahey Laakh Khafa Rahun Tujhse Main Teri Kisi Baat Se Lekin,
        Dekhta Hun Jaise hi Soorat Teri To Phir Pyaar Aa Jaata hai.

        Peeye Itne Ashq Teri Aankhon Se Maine Ki ab To Ye Aalam hai,
        Ki Udhar Jab Roti Tu hai To Idhar ‘Aatif’ Aansun Bahaata hai.

      A Ghazal Composed By Syed Sabah ur Rehman-‘Aatif’

“WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH” a Guest poetry by: Damandeep Kaur


Your eyes are like a sea,
the door of my heart’s key…

I don’t know why I love you so much…
that can’t hear anything wrong about you though not being physically in touch..

Staying with you forever is my dream of every day n night,
spending countless romantic evenings with you is the best dream coming true in my sight…

The whole world around seem to be stopped…
first time my love when I kissed you my heart was on the seventh sky’s top…

The warmth of your hug is the best feeling I ever get…
and of course our first hug my love how can I forget…

You came to me with a rose in your hand,little shyness in your eyes and a blushing face…
hugged me tight ,oh my god how beautiful were those days…

your hand in my hand best were those romantic walks……
your pinky finger in my pinky finger and our those long late night talks…

when we both get frustrated after our every fight..
A kiss on forehead just set everything right…

Skype dates are not that bad …
after such beautiful experiences of hugs and kisses we had…

I write you..just by seeing you on my Skype date..
you’re so beautiful in my words then how much beautiful you would be in reality I wonder my soulmate


Something About the Poet

She is pursuing her graduation in economics honours from
Amity University,Noida.

She write poems in English,hindi and punjabi and most of them based on love,romance and pain.





Romantic Ghazal###”KAASH”###

My new Ghazal —> “KAASH…..” (a Romantic Ghazal)

Kaash Aisa Ho jaye Ki sochun Tujhe aur Tu Qareeb Aa Jaaye,
Aur phir bataun Tujhe ki Kaise Maine Tere Baghair Din Bitaaye.

Kaash Tujh se Judaai Ka Dard Kuchh Is Tarah se Bahar Aaaye,
Ki Ro Sakun Main Sukoon Se Kaandhey Pe Tere Sar Jhukaaye.

Kaash Kholun Jab Aankh Har Subah To Saamne Tu Nazar Aaye,
Jaanta hun Ye Mumkin Nahi Par Is Dil ko Kaun Samjhaaye.

Kaash Meri Ye Tamanna bhi bahut Jald hi Poori Ho jaaye,
Ki Phailin Hon Baahein Meri aur Tu Aake Isme Sama Jaaye.

Kaash Mere Jism Par Pade Zakhm Kuch is Tarah Bhar Jaayein,
Ki Choomti Rahe Tu Mujhe Aur Mere Zakhm Bhartey Jaayein.

Kaash De Hisaab Taqdeer un Tamaam Aansuon Ka Mujhe,
Jo Tujhe Paane Ki Tadap Me Maine Raat-Din Bahaaye.

Kaash Tere Liye Mere Dard ko dekh Khuda bhi Poochhe ek din,
Ki Aey ‘Aatif’ Kisi Ke Liye Itna Dard Tum kahan se Laaye?

a Ghazal Composed By Syed Sabah ur Rehman-“Aatif”