The Cluttered Mind

  The Cluttered Mind Wanders Aimlessly,

  Like A Hunter,Lost and Weary.

  He looks Around in Amusement,

  Not Knowing What to do Next!

  

  He Digs Himself Deep in the Thought,

  To Carve Another World in His Heart.

  But His Restless Mind takes Him Away,

  Bringing Him Closer to His Pain.

  

  He Sails on the Wave of Disappointment,

  And  His Smile Speaks of Helplessness,

   But the Ones Around Him Care No More,

  Letting Him Sink in the Viscous Shore!

  He Hides Himself in His Cocoon,

  Away from All to Remain Aloof!

   But the Sharp Shrills Keep Coming,

   Tearing His Mind Away From Him!

  His Soul Snarls to the Growing Agony,

  Wiping the "Burning" Tears Silently,

  His Gaze Travels with the Wind,

  Restlessly, Searching for an Inner Peace.

  His Depressed Soul Cries For Help,

  But Unheard,It Bores in to Self!

   

 Now, The Cluttered Mind Weeps Perplexed,

  Knowing His Next step.......

                                       

                                                                       -SSW

P.S:  This Poem is in Reference to a Depressed Patient's Possible State of Mind

        when he is need of Help.

 

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Haiku:Drought

Silence shines on the sky,
Wrinkles curl up on the Face,
In Reverence is Morning Dew!

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P.S:This is my first Haiku Poem.Please correct me if i am wrong.

When I...

When i raise my Hand to Hold the Alam,
My Soul Lifts it Reminding of the Sermon,
That Karbala weeps about and We Hum,
Ya Abbasa (a.s), Holding the Alam.....

When i Raise my Hand to Hold the Alam,
My Tears hear the cry of Sakina a.s From,
the Mashk attached to the Alam,and We Hum,
Ya Sakina (a.s),Holding the Alam.......

When i Raise my hand to Hold the Alam,
My Ears hear the Call of a  Brother from,
the desert of karbala and We Hum,
Ya Hussaina (a.s),Holding the Alam......

When i Raise my Hands to hold the Alam,
My Eyes think of the cry of pain from,
the burnt tents and lane of sham,and we Hum,
Ya Saniye Zehra(s.a),Holding the Alam.

And When i get to  hold the Alam,
My Arms gather the strength from,
the chants of Hussaino-Abbas that we Hum,
And tears flow by holding the Alam.

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-SSW