Oh Life!

This one is basically a fun poem.

Oh life!!

One minute you’re at school,

Then in college,

One minute you’re at work,

Then you’re married.

By the time I get myself around,

Life says, “Next round”,

I’m like, “Whoa! Slow down a bit. Pull some brakes”,

Life’s like, “Well come on keep up with the chase”.

By the time I get settled down,

Life says, “Uh-oh its time to move now”,

I’m like, “Seriously! Can’t we wait a bit?”,

Life’s like, “No darling I’m already getting late”.

Days, months, years pass by,

Seconds, minutes, hours roll on,

Ten, twenty and finally thirty years old,

Everyone says, “Now you’re a big girl”.

But come on I’m still fifteen at heart,

Sparkly, funny and the girl with the weird laugh,

I’m still a teenager in my mind,

Oh life can we like ‘rewind’?

When I get to the exciting part,

Life’s like, “Alright hurry up now”,

And whenever it get’s dull,

Life moves in ‘slow-mo’..like why girl?

Sometimes I’m like,

“I wish I could exchange life with someone else’s”,

And life sweetly whispers,

“No honey,  you’re only mine and nobody else’s”

Well if we’re together in it,

We might as well get along,

Smirking at me life yells,

“Sure sweetheart! Only at death do we part”

-Yusra.Shaikh

Wars(Part 2)

So Wars #1 was from an adult's point of view and this next one is from a kid's point of view.

So here u go Wars(Part 2)

She stands by the wall which was once her home,

She had a family before they were killed by drones,

She’s too young to know what happened,

All she remembers is a sound so loud it nearly had her deafened.

Her body hurts and her clothes are torn,

Tears flow down her eyes while she quietly mourns,

Mother, father and brother lie lifeless before her,

It’s too hard for a five year old to believe that they are no more there.

She calls her mother as cries out loud,

But nobody no more makes a sound,

Beside her mother she lies down,

Closes her eyes and wraps her hand around.

I don’t know about glory and heroes in war,

But wars sure do leave some solid scars,

Broken homes, shattered dreams, permanent tragedies, what can you say about it?

Just one question, is it all really worth it?

-Yusra.Shaikh

Wars (Part 1).

Ok so this poem's got 2 parts. I'm uploading part 1 right now, as the name suggests this poem is on wars and I won't say anymore I'll let the poem do the talking.

 

In the darkness of the night,

While the world sleeps tight,

Shivers a soul with fear and fright,

His ears covered and eyes shut tight.

Uniformed men shooting at all,

Smoke rises in the air as another bomb falls,

Black, white and brown are all turned to gray,

Screaming, crying and begging as their souls are taken away.

He opens his eyes and is paralyzed,

By the sight of his father who died in the fight,

Tears streaming down his young face,

As the lifeless body before him lay.

All this war in the name of saving people?

Deaths of innocents just to catch a few criminals?

Funny isn’t it that so many die,

While you’re busy “trying to make better lives”.

Yusra.Shaikh

Know me.

Many a times we form opinions about people just by the way they look, way they walk, way they talk etc.. without even knowing them we start presuming negative things about them & well....imagination can play real wicked if pushed too hard.

So never  judge a book by it's cover, read it!

& never judge a person by the looks, get to know them.

 

Discriminate not in the name of religion my heart beating is just like yours,

Just like you I’m also innocent.

I too have dreams and aspirations don’t judge me by the color of my skin,

Or the accent in my speech.

I live a life of honesty and virtue well they claim to know me,

But they have not a single clue.

I go to school,work after hours,I’m no prince,

I don’t own Lamborghinis and Jaguars.

My only wish is to get into med-school,

Had decided it when I was little, thought it was cool.

I have a family that I love back home,

I’m here to write my story on my own.

Friday night with my friends I watch basketball,

Trust me, I’m harmless even though I’m six feet tall.

I grab a bite from a nearby joint on a chilly winter night,

I miss homemade food but I know better than to feel sad.

I’m here to make a future just like you,

And inspite of our differences I’m not very much different than you.

Yusra.Shaikh