Who put the Pen in my Hand?

Who put the Pen in my Hand?

by Zarina Bibi

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ISBN-13: 9781456799151
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 11/07/2012
Pages: 136
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.32(d)

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Who put the Pen in my Hand?


By ZARINA BIBI

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2012 Zarina Bibi
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ISBN: 978-1-4567-9915-1


Chapter One

Sindoor worn by married Hindu women, placed in the parting of their hair and a dot on the forehead. This vermilion comes in scarlet red.

Ghungroos are medium to large size bells. Some are made of gold, others metal. They are strung together, embedded on fabric with a tie, so it is easy to wrap around ankles. Used by Pakistani and Indian dancers as a music instrument.

Sarees are fabrics that come in many texture. Muslim and Hindu women drape this fabric around their waist.

Henna comes from the Middle East. The leaves are grinded into a paste and applied on hands and feet of brides prior to their wedding day. Used as adornment by Muslim women.

I am the flower that the merciless wind blew off a branch. Landing on the ground, I look up at the sky. And become hopeful that someone will pick me up. Hold me tight and whisper sweet words of love. Give reasons to bloom ... However, now I lay withering away, even the sky shows no mercy.

* * *

This touch from your spellbinding gaze made me the envy of all fragrant flowers. Even the doves fly by as butterflies and sunshine is in sheer haze. Such an innocent glance of love set nature on fire. Desires from both recall your spell and put everything back in its balance.

* * *

How beautiful was the night that we beheld each other with just a glance. I melted in your eyes, yet you felt I was in your arms. How beautiful was the night that we danced under the moon's charm. I was the delight of your eyes, and you mine. Oh ... how beautiful was the night that we glowed brighter than the full moon.

* * *

Finding precious friends is as opening an oyster to discover golden pearls.

* * *

Sometimes I cannot find the right words to share my thoughts. Even the perfect gift to bring is so far from sight. Yet, what is so very clear, you my dear are unforgettable.

* * *

Forget me not for I forget thee not. Love me as I love thee. Keep me in your heart, not your mind. For in the heart I stay forever. In mind, I fade away as a thought.

* * *

~The air~

His hands held tight around her tiny throat. She stares into eyes that show no mercy. This gives her time to think while breaths escape slowly. Surely, I shall be free from all the abuse if I allow him to kill me. She at last surrenders into hands that relieve her not. A refreshing movement of light wind brings awareness. She quickly draws in a breath of this cool breeze.

Suddenly a hard push sends him away from her and landing him against white walls. She becomes surprised at her own strength; life comes back to tired limbs. Her lips quiver with fright yet lastly words come out, "Do not touch me!"

This makes his eyes flare as if the devil comes to visit him. She sees a fist near her face. Then it flashes so fast each swing finds its target. The lashes bring no pain all you hear is her screams "I know hate burns in your heart for me but remember I bore you children and never took anything from you".

Abruptly his eyes fill with tears, now this man cries as a child that lost something of value. All she hears, "Forgive me; I know not what came over me, so sorry dear". At last, she finds the courage to stand tall, and all power return to her petite body. Her voice comes alive with words that shake this man that stands over her with such remorse. "I am my father's daughter, not my mother's. For she knows not how to love or be fair, you shall never imply that I am as her or lay a hand on me." She stops not but continues to let her words flow. "Maybe next time I may not hold back from protecting myself, and this will bring shame to our home". A whispers under herbreath—"then how much can one persontrulybear!" Slow steps clear away from near him. Nothing other than miseries lingers as the air takes witness.

* * *

A bee comes near my lips and asks to steal some nectar. I say, "Only if you promise to share it with my love." He then asks ... but how would I know this Love ... I answer, "His lips will drip of honey and the queen bee will encircle him with her humming."

* * *

I fell in love with the breeze for it touched gracefully. Sunshine for its warmth and the moon for its brilliance, All the flowers for their beauty, Then I fell out of love with these splendors. And into love with the One who created them.

* * *

I cannot be a joyous person if you keep serving me bitter wine. My lips created by you for kissing not sipping sour drinks. Drop in occasionally, press Your lips against mine. Make everything that is bitter sweet.

* * *

You cannot be humble if you are arrogant. You cannot be humble if you see beauty in yourself and none in others. You cannot be humble if you do not see loveliness in natures bloom and gloom. You cannot be humble if you believe everything revolves only around you. Relieve your arrogance now for the grave will not accept your arrogant behavior and surely, you shall become humble in his arms.

* * *

I came into this world crying and kicking. I am sure that I will not leave this way.

* * *

Anger and desire burns about the same pace. One can put these fires out when it surfaces. Or linger in its effect for a lifetime.

* * *

If you never taste bitterness, how will you know the taste of sweetness?

* * *

Give me the moon, stars and the sun. I am not impressed. Give me gold, diamonds and rubies. I am not impressed. Give me good-hearted souls as companions and this gift is priceless. I rejoice as if I found the perfect universe.

* * *

Let all the lovers embrace tight under the moon light ... I shall write sad love poems all night long ...

* * *

Hold me with sincerity or hold me not ... Accept me completely or accept me not ... Love me from your heart or love me not ... Behold my beauty as is or behold it not ... Speak, kindly to me or speak not ...

* * *

Those who see the world's anguish and weep are people who have pure hearts. They feel others pain as if the sword pierced their bosom or the stone thrown at them. Yet the nation's king who wears the crown sleeps through the sorrows of his people. Such are times that endlessly repeat. The end deed shall rise against those who did not keep safe their state. Sorrow, not dear hearts for the King of kings is heedful in all actions. One beautiful tomorrow this earth shall be rolled up as a scroll His promise, then who shall be in agony.

* * *

I ask the sun when she shines so brightly, why do you follow me. ... She replies because you are my reason to glow ... I ask the full moon why you follow me in dark hours. ... He replies because I love your eyes ... I ask a luminous star how you find ways to smile when you are so tiny in the night sky. ... It replies I adore you more than the sun and the moon ...

* * *

Oh, my beloved Allah thou tease me with all the splendors of earth. This grandeur is just a glimpse of your glory. One day I shall stand in front of thee. Seek every degree of you. Then you may not agree with me. Afterwards deny me your presence. Tell the angels to throw me in hell. I care not, for at last I beheld my Beloved Lord.

* * *

Some say color white signifies purity, innocence and grace. I say color should not specify character or set standards. Let it be as intended—Color

* * *

In life, all we need is love, compassion and sweet words spoken. In return, we share it with others. So simple are these requests from good-hearted people.

* * *

Learn from the moon how to smile every once in a while. Learn from the sun how to shine, so you can have fun. Learn from the rain how to pour your sorrows. Learn from the thunder that it is all right to be mad sometimes. Learn to appreciate yourself for nature shows you how to.

* * *

In the hands of a beggar, water is clean, though it comes from the gutter. Stale bread off the ground becomes a soft treat in a dry mouth. The core of a fruit better than none, hands weak and sore. Hold all these as gold.

* * *

The heart blazes two ways ... with love and hate.

* * *

In compassion, we love all and hate none.

* * *

The heart is not the keeper of love. The keeper of love is the soul. The heart dies. The soul is eternal.

* * *

A delicate white butterfly flutters her soft wings in front of my eyes. Then she encircles me as to play ... Why you travel alone today, I ask. She replies ... I am as you, some days I reach beyond and discover rather than being enclose among groups ... With a gentle kiss on my nose, she flies away. To caress rose petals, as to entice me with her ability to be free, and touch others as she did me.

* * *

While watching a hummingbird today, I noticed how he went to blooming flowers. The vibrant colors lured him, unknown to the tiny bird that no nectar of sweetness lingered until he loomed closer. Then he flew away from the flowers swiftly and came near me. I knew exactly what he was thinking. My bright red dress brought him to me. Again, he took flight in a hurry and looked back from afar. His tiny wings fluttered in bewilderment. I called out ... Oh, darling you search for sweetness in flowers that reveal beauty and hold no sweet delights ... At the end, my own words amazed me. I think he was unfazed with what I said for he flew to another unfragrant flower.

~ Rose~

One morning as usual I strolled in my garden. Giving kisses to all the flowers and finding my favorite pink Roses to be dead. I fell to my knees sobbing over the shrub and asked, "Oh why you had to wither away, I gave you water and love daily?" Suddenly I hear a deep voice ... You killed her and her sisters ... I looked directly at the thorn. My hands rest on my hips for support as I spurted out "How you dare speak those words to me! Now tell me how I killed them?" He replies ... you cried over them every day ... My heart fluttered as to miss some beats. My hands suddenly find its way to rest on my chest as if I could control the irregular beats. I plea for forgiveness "Oh so sorry, I did not wish to hurt them"

He takes a sighs and then says ... Do not worry I am actually the essence, You can love me I never die ... I became happy knowing that something cared enough to stick around. Few weeks, later thorn and his brothers are dead. I stand crying as a silly girl. The ground hollers ... Hey! You up there why weep so much as rain ... My eyes stare at the soil as I whimper, "I killed the whole rose bush." His voice becomes gentle to say ... Do not worry they will come back up dear ... I give him a look of concern to hear ... "I am the true essence without me they are nothing ..."

* * *

"Your tears are like pearl drops in the sea," said a dear friend. Only if he knew these tears water the rose garden daily. No pearl drops here, just salty water as of the sea.

* * *

Oh ... dear friend, who sorrows afar in grief, Know belief lies in wait for another tomorrow, Here is the hope that never fails to bring peace.

* * *

Oh, compassionate souls come with me. This night dazzles with bright stars. The moon blazes with much radiance. Surely, he will guide us to heaven's gate. There we can beg the gracious angels to unlock the golden door. Thus, we can kiss God's throne and come down slowly towards earth. Exhaling kisses, which will spread love, peace and joy.

* * *

The mirror reveals your outer look. Never your inner beauty, So, do not get hooked on your image.

* * *

The past prepared us for today, so why forget the past.

* * *

When you cry, think not that the tears just fell. Yet know that it fell in God's hands.

* * *

Eyes speak the language of life, yet you seek it in a smile.

* * *

Man will not appreciate the earth until laid to rest in it.

* * *

Today I pondered on myself and concluded that my mind is King and the heart Queen. Thus in the demise of my mind can the heart truly rule.

* * *

~Cobra~

The door swings wide open with a hard thrust of my hand. I hear it slam shut behind me. The fierce wind strikes my face as to lay a slap and then clings as to hold me back. My feet press soft soil making the dirt slither under my shoes made of sheep leather. Suddenly the dust sneaks between my toes and tickles as to play. However, this stops me not. My steps pick up pace as I swiftly walk down a sandy path, in search of a something that will set me free from my gloom. Even the night sky gives no tranquility as I see the moon is in full bloom. Yet his light not of joy, but as if he observes with much curiosity.

At last, I find what I search. The tinkles of my ankle bracelets raise its attention towards me. I stand right in his reach. My eyes stare into his waiting to be hypnotized. But, I mesmerize the creature. The jingle of my silver bangles does not alarm the king of snakes. I promptly question, "Why not take my life as you do others" ... Oh, you must be bewildered gypsy girl. I do not take lives for mere pleasure, only in defense of my own ... he replies abruptly. I question again "Do you not sense danger in me?" The hissing brings no fear. He pauses, and then answers ... No! You pose compassion and sorrow. Now go and know whom you seek walks with you ...

* * *

The wind brushes against me with such force, Unable to attain my poise this push and fierce noise upset me. I ask swiftly "What disturbs you about me?" It swirls, encloses me with a big hug, and says, ... Oh, dear it is such a pleasure to be in your presence today ...

* * *

Kindness melts my heart. It is as if the wind swept me off my feet and carried me to meet with my beloved.

* * *

I kissed a rose today. I kissed it twice and whispered ... Please beseech the gentle breeze to carry it to my lover's lips. If the first missed, surely the second would not.

* * *

I called out to the wind ... "Oh carry a kiss to my lover's lips." It stands still as if heard not. I seek, "What upsets you and why so disobedient?" It sweeps away in a whirl. I turn away in despair. Suddenly I feel an embrace around my waist. And hear a soft whisper near my ear. .... You always ask me to deliver kisses to your dear love, yet never kiss me ...

* * *

All night I suffer with chills hence, I go to shut the window, but it closes not. The wind struggles with me .... "Alright what makes you so furious?" I ask. He replies: ... Let me in for I have good tidings ... I swing open the window and, he rushes in to hug tight. As if, he has not touched me for some time and puffs out ... ... Your love sends kisses, not one but hundreds. ... for all, you send he returns kissed ... He brushes away in a hurry saying ... and you think he loves you not ... !

* * *

If I seem rather silly at times, worry not ... I was born drunk. His eyes drowned me in the sweetest intoxication. Then He bid me farewell ... I now linger on earth slightly tipsy.

* * *

I am not lonesome or consumed by thoughts of affection. I seek companionship for appreciation. So simply is my request.

* * *

You say: My eyes twinkle as stars in the night sky. My smile as a flower blooming on a bright day, My hair a dark place to hide your face, a reason to be near, My touch as sunshine brushing against you, Thus, far you have not spoken of my heart. This is the essence of me and desires to be awaken.

* * *

When the breeze gently whispers as you walk on. And the sun gracefully beams down to kiss your face. When the Rose bows softly as you talk with her. And the thorn clings as if he wishes you to stay near. Know all these gestures of love are for you dear. So you may see how precious you are.

* * *

I am in love with the moon, what can I say ... He has charmed me with his bright smile and blows kisses every night. From miles away he sees me and winks in shyness. So far, he has not come down to melt in my arms.

* * *

I trust none thus my nature thinks not I came to earth in this form. Yet know once I was innocent and trusting. Think not that I knew deception or disloyalty for this too was not my nature. Yet in time, others would show these painful actions. Oh, so are souls that feel no shame when they inflict such hurt. Fear not that I was ever alone. Yet, know that God almighty was near. Every word a promise and every promise fulfilled, thus his nature. Behold some verses from the holy Quran. I created you from a drop of fluid and fashioned you as I desired; think not I know not what you speak or hide. I am aware of all things, even when a leaf falls I know. I find comfort in these reminders; it gives awareness that God is my protector. Think not that I hold anything against you. Yet know I trust none other than the merciful Lord, for he sees my true nature.

(Continues...)



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