My Inspirational Poetry:- “FIGHT TILL YOUR LAST BREATH”

TITLE:- FIGHT TILL YOUR LAST BREATH

If Blood is Showering Out of Your veins,

If the Lesions & wounds are Giving you Pain

And Even If Circumstances are Showing your Death,

In spite of that, Fight Till Your Last Breath.

 

No Matter If you are Sailing On a Tidal Ocean,

No Matter If conditions Prevailing give you Tension

And Even If There is No Time Left For you to Regret,

In spite of that,Fight Till Your Last Breath.

 

What Happen If Night Always Comes Before the Morning,

What Happens if Every second Intensity of Darkness is Increasing

And Even If, darkness is Giving Brightness a Terrible Threat,

In spite of that,Fight Till Your Last Breath.

 

What Happens If you feel yourself alone on this Land,

What Happens, If your Shadow Remains your Only Friend

And Even If,you are Deprived of Love From anybody as yet,

In spite of that,Fight Till Your Last Breath.

 

It is Blissful, If you come out as Victorious in the End,

But if all Your Efforts & Attempts Go in to the Sand

Then You Need not to Strike your Head with a Stone,

Because Fighting Till Last Breath is a Victory on its Own.

 

A Inspirational Poetry Composed By:- Syed Sabah ur Rehman-‘Aatif’

ABORTION

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I heard of this world from where i come from,
Please give me a chance to explore,
I have longed to walk on this soil,
Please let me accomplish my dream.

O my mother mine,
For you were not persecuted by thy mother,
I will be punctured,
I will be torn apart,
My new bones will be broken,
My spick-and-span flesh ripped off.

I can’t voice out my distress,
For i am dumb,
But i speak with a heavy heart,
I don’t understand any language yet,
For i am deaf,
But when i heard “ABORTION”
I understood clearly because that’s the only reason i can cry in your belly.

What Is Life? – Poem by John Clare

What Is Life? 

And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun,
A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream.
Its length? A minute’s pause, a moment’s thought.
And Happiness? A bubble on the stream,
That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought.

And what is Hope? The puffing gale of morn,
That of its charms divests the dewy lawn,
And robs each flow’ret of its gem -and dies;
A cobweb, hiding disappointment’s thorn,
Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise.

And what is Death? Is still the cause unfound?
That dark mysterious name of horrid sound?
A long and lingering sleep the weary crave.
And Peace? Where can its happiness abound?
Nowhere at all, save heaven and the grave.

Then what is Life? When stripped of its disguise,
A thing to be desired it cannot be;
Since everything that meets our foolish eyes
Gives proof sufficient of its vanity.
‘Tis but a trial all must undergo,
To teach unthankful mortals how to prize
That happiness vain man’s denied to know,
Until he’s called to claim it in the skies.

by:John Clare

 

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AATIF

No More You

No more you I told myself

Since you choose to leave the heart that love you

And be joined with the bitch that lust after thee

Our promises so solemn you forsook and fled

                                 

It’s painful to let go off you

But am going to do it for my sake

For along the miles you left me to wile down the drain

Love turned to hatred all cos’ of you

 

Should I keep you in my heart

when it’s obvious you don’t want to stay?

Am letting go off you

My heart shall no longer beat for you

My heart shall no longer accommodate the thought of you.

 

Of what essence shall it be thinking of a bitch

Bleached bitch in the pitch of lust?

It can only be a waste of time and am not ready to do such.

No space left here for you

So don’t bother coming back

To a place you turned your back on

 

It’s no more about you for you are long gone.

What I once feared and tagged a terror

Is now an error left to be corrected

The thought of losing you I once dreaded

But now it’s no more for you are no more what you think you are

 

It’s only a matter of time

Every pain I feel now

Shall be my gain

For it’s no more about you 

THE FEUD

Loi looked around his surroundings and took in a deep breath, he did not see any traces of their
alien craft where it has been kept. He knew then that his people had left him behind. The earth was
nothing at all like he imagined intact they were more populated and less sophisticated unlike his
home Hozinoh.
Over the years few humans that have found it had come to like the space especially his home. It
was a far more sophisticated place and it was centuries older than earth.It seemed he would be
staying on earth for a while before they come back for him. He had to find a way to survive.
As he stepped out of the woods he encountered another life entirely. People were moving around
in a haste, nobody was waiting for a greeting or pleasantries, everyone went about their business.
He saw varieties of cars running around on land and looked on in confusion as many of them lined
the streets. He didn’t know what to do and how to use them unlike his planet where the cars were
up high where they could not hurt anybody. A guy walked up to him and smiled.
"Nice costume dude."
Luckily back in his planet they had been taught English Language, the most popular language on
earth so he understood what had been said to him. He looked at his clothes and realized that he
would need to blend in so that he would not be noticed because he was sticking out like a sore
thumb and every had started sizing him up.
He finally saw a clothing store where he ducked in and silently took clothes without being seen.
He hated stealing but then he had no choice and no means of payment used on earth. After he left
the store he didn’t know what to do and he had no idea on how to survive. After what seemed like
hours of aimless walking, he saw an advertisement board that stated a vacancy for construction
workers. He was directed to a small office which held many people like him in search of a job.
Everyone turned to look at him as he entered, they all had their eyes on his still braided hair, he
scowled at some of them and decided to ignore them.
After several hours of waiting, he got the job. Him and the others that applied for the job were
shown to their work post. Loi used this opportunity to survey his surroundings. The construction
site was quite big and it was bustling with people. Back at his planet he was known as a shy
person and it only worsened since he was not with his people. He got to work and refused to
confront the states of people aimed at his back.
Even after several weeks, he could not blend in with the other workers, he tried for a week and
when his kind gestures proved abortive he withdrew himself and preferred to stay alone. It seemed
even earth was in on the cruel joke that he was an outsider and decided to be more harsh on him.
He sighed and pushed away his food, he had lost his appetite and the food tasted like paper in his
mouth. He looked up and fervently hoped that his people would soon send the rescue ship to him.
"Hi there."
He jumped from the voice.
"Who are you?"
Loi looked at the lady in front of him and shrunk back, he had not expected anyone to talk to him.
She smiled and offered him a handshake.
"My name is Kaida and I work here too though not a laborious work like yours. And I am also an
outsider like you."
His heart thumped very loud in his chest, he could not explain how she knew he was not from
Earth.
"How do you know that?"
She threw back her head and laughed.
"It’s so obvious. You have been sitting alone for the past two weeks and you even look misplaced
among us. I understand that, I am also like you, I have been mocked and teased my whole life, I
have never really felt at home here. So, where do you come from?"
He breathed in relief. She didn’t know, she probably thought he was from another place on
earth.
"Where I come from is very far from here."
He gazed at the sky and smiled.
"But it is very beautiful."
She nodded.
"So can we be friends? Outsiders together."
He was thrilled at the idea of having a friend. It would be the first time for him that someone was

offering him friendship. Maybe he won’t be alone again as he had always been. He nodded.
"Yes, I will."
She offered him her best smile.
"I would like to visit your place too, if you like it so much maybe I can fit there too."
He swallowed and fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. He didn’t want her to know yet but with time
he could tell her, she probably will be thrilled.
"Okay but you must know it is nothing like you know, it is a totally different place."
She smiled.
"I’m game. Nothing scares me nor surprises me anymore."
He nodded.
"Alright prepare to be dumbfounded. Don’t say I didn’t tell you."
She grinned.
"Outsiders together.
He smiled.
" Outsiders together. "
THE END
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THE CUTS AND THE SCARS

The reason I do this, the reason I cut myself is to replace some of the agonizing pain.I’ve been cutting myself ever since I can remember.

Before I came to this city, before I came to meeting you.

My friends from my old school didn’t care if I ended up committing suicide.

But I remember one.

Only one meant a lot to me.

Ella, my old friend.

She understood me, she tried everything in her power to keep me away from harms way.

After I moved and lost contact with her all the agonizing pain that she took from me came back!

Every night I would hold my “friend” to my wrist and slash open my warm, tanned colored skin.

The blood seeping down my arm, glistening in the dull restroom light.

This pain.

This pain replaced the one I had for her.

When I went to school I would have to wear sweaters to school even on very hot days, just to hide my scars from judging eyes.

Then I met you and you automatically became my friend.

You were the only one that was there for me.

You made me feel like I belonged, that I was needed, that I didn’t need to hurt myself to solve my problems.

But just one little slip and I came crashing down.

Back to my old self.

The self that I hated.

The self that I never wanted to go back to.

It’s gotten out of hand!

I just want to give up and say farewell to this God forsaken planet!

But I would end up hurting you.

Not me, but You.

The person that showed me that the world isn’t so bad.

The one that took my hand and lead me out f the darkness and into the light.

I would be hurting you Helen!

And I’m sorry I did.

I just didn’t know what to do.

When I wanted to contact you and tell you that my life was crashing down on me, the phone seemed miles away from my reach.

When I tried telling you at school, I couldn’t find the words.

So I ended up bottling the pain, the drama, all my problems inside of me and ended up breaking down.

I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.

And now I know better.

I’ll try to talk my problems out like I did when we first met.

And try to become the self that you knew and loved.The reason i do this

PARTIALITY OF LOVE BY PARENTS AMONG CHILDREN AND ITS EFFECT

Even God demands we love Him as He himself has shown us what love is like by giving us his only son. The life of every being is a fertile land where love grows once planted but to plant this, is always the problem.

 Every child needs equal love just like any other child without any partiality from anyone be it a stranger or the parents.

Recently I witnessed an incident that occurred in a family between a child and his parents and ever since, I couldn’t just imagine such things happening to my own children and this has left this urge to send an SOS to every parents about the impending danger their actions may bring not just to them but to the entire society at large. No child before birth had a choice about the family he is to be born into but most parents has always apportioned blamed to their children especially those they think brought disdain into their lives.

It was on one fateful afternoon as I was gazing at the brightness of the sun imaging what could have triggered the sun to shine at its peak, like a thunder flash so fast my attention got diverted and I beheld a wonderful family having a nice time in a garden, the mood hovering above them was so romantic that even the breeze seemed to be going in rhyme with their moods and the children at an arm’s length from their parents were playing and teasing one another.

The mood was pleasing until suddenly a man having the look of a father stood from the table fiercely approaching the children released words so powerful that got me wondering and more interested in what’s happening and what was going to happen. Not being sure the kid to whom the words were meant for heard him clearly, he repeated himself but this time around the words came more fiercely and before I could blink an eye, a heavy slap landed on the face of a little child who from every observation is under 10 in age and there followed some collusive abuses and curses that got me pondering on what this little child must have committed that warranted such attitudes towards him at such a tender age.

Like a man possessed by some forces so powerful than him, I approached this strange man with a steamed face demanding to know what made him hit such child in such a manner and some threats which I was ready to implement should he fail to explain himself, I threatened to arrest and charge him for child abuse. From his explanations and stories that included questions which I asked him and the ones not asked, how he had prayed and hoped for a female child but ended up having a male child, how he had been having hard lucks and bad lucks ever since the child was born and some touching stories but which when analyzed cautiously never warranted this child to be abused in such a manner and which made me asked him ‘’Was it the kid’s fault that he was born?’’. This is a man who supposed to be the best friend, encourager and protector of this child but who out of an insatiable hatred boiled from his very own disappointed has turned to be the tormentor and predator to this child. WHY?!!

Parents it’s high time you all got to understand that your actions, words and attitudes towards your children has some physiological effects on these kids either positively or negatively but the negativity has a greater and higher quantum. You’re your child’s first friend, best friend and by nature his best confidant but being these things comes with a price which you must pay if you’re to get the best from your children.

 You must strive to avoid being partial when it comes to the love you apportion to every one of them, it is a natural phenomenon that as a parent you must be attracted to one child when it comes to some certain things in the family but making this obvious to other children is where the problem lies. Jacob in the bible never took notice of this and that triggered hatred in the hearts of his other children that led to them selling Joseph even though it was to fulfill that which God had planned for his life but it brought hatred into their lives which was very bad. Hatred is a poisonous thing that once it found its way into the heart of any child has the potential to destroy anything good in the life of such child especially when it comes from the parents.

I have tried my best to avoid thinking about what this child would turn into should he grow up in such atmosphere with the constant hatred displayed by his own parents but the more I try to resist this urge the more stronger the cry of other  children passing through same pains becomes… So I write to parents.

            CHILDREN

Children by nature are the very best gift God gave to you

Each day we spread our hands wide open towards heaven praying God to bless you

And a wish so strong that our presence makes everything in your life new

we’re a blessing to you and never a curse

Vessels of blessing and never of drought

Look upon us graciously and you shall behold our worth

We are your pride at the city gate

But if you destroy us what shall be your gain?

Nothing but disdain

Love us for who we are

For it was never our fault God made us this way

And never have we planned to let you down at the gate

We hate to be compared for life is not a competition

Each one of us came with a gift specially designed by our creator

And the very best He has ever created

Life was better for you before we came

This is one of the things we hate

And we have no hands in the deals of fate

Hating us will change nothing

Neither will it bring betterment to things

Parents for once try and see our worth.

THE CRY OF A CHILD

From the very moment I opened my eyes to this world as a child, I have not been like others

Your love towards me has been worse than that given to a morbid bastard

Making me to wonder if am truly your son or did mom owe me an explanation of who my real father is.

Every child I have ever grown to know boasts of how loving their fathers has been

Showing proof of such love

But when it comes to mine I bow my head in shame like one that has no father.

Everything I have ever own has been given to me by me

But always you take the glory leaving me behind the scene

All this yet I kept my mouth shut just for peace to reign

Among your other kids am the best but with you am not better than the worst

Decisions of my life you have always made

Making me a tenant in my own life yet I made no complain

The very first word I learned was ‘’dad’’

And that has been my worst mistake

For you never deserve that

My siblings sleep every night with smiles on their faces

But mine gets filled with pains I dare not question

Praying tomorrow never comes for that is the only hope I could get

But I wake up every morning beholding your face and I ask why life has given me such gift.

I live hoping a day will come when I shall know the taste and the efficacy of happiness

A day when I shall be the landlord of my own life

Until this day comes … enjoy the moment which fate has given to you.

These are the pleas and cries of most children out there yawning for nothing other than love from their parents but hardly are they ever noticed. Parents the earlier you all understand that the children given to you all are gifts and not an instrument of grief, the better for you all and the society. So value them and help them discover their potentials now, if you can’t help them then do better not to hurt them with your partiality of love.

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