Poems by Rizvana Parveen (UAE)

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Life here

Nothing speaks here, neither
men nor animals or trees
a piercing silence
a persistent vacuum
a desert in itself
How does one live here?
Laden with ornaments
women have a fake
ornamented smile,
aping their attire, they
look like living cadaver
their emotions charred
their hidden screeched screams
unheard piercing cries,
life has drifted away.
This meaningless struggle
suffocating and frustrating,
life's mundane routine
taking a toll on
every other soul.
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(Published in Kafla Intercontinental - Jan-April 2013)
 

Time

Life is limited time bestowed
time lost is life lost untold.
Every moment, a precious moment,
a treasured and a lucky moment
to have lived the successive moment.
Vain talk, vanity, pride, snobbery
and ego, all weaknesses of
the heart and soul frozen;
ultimately making you fall
dreams broken and trampled once for all;
time conceals, reveals and heals in all
life is humbled by time and
ultimately perished by time.
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(Published in Kafla Intercontinental - Jan-April 2013)