NAILA HINA

NAILA HINA

Waiting For Peace!

A few damn groans, few letters from the beauties

Ashes of burning images, few bodies were unconscious

Unblamed, not mummified. Broken memories crying

Scenic views polluted. Noisy madness. All not good!

Peace let sliver rivers flow through emerald valleys

Look at the leaves, their sweet melodies

A cool cold air trick. You don't understand

So you didn't approach to smooth the wrinkles

Of times gone by, crawling through the mind!

With love thorns in the path become roses

Canals leading waters to fields of golden wheat

Roots gets showered become floral beds

Maze of trails going upwards, running downhill

Fine grooves in secret tunnels, to core of fairies

 Leaves brushing flowers, refreshing the air

Tendencies given up in time, waiting for peace!

Trade Of Testimony

What the hell am I doing, for whom writing?

Why am I crying, laughing, scaring myself?

Neither am I familiar with him nor he is with me

Why this anonymous letter am I still reading?

Climbing the mountains had always been my hobby

In the battlefield of love, why am I descending

Why is the reach of these enemies so far?

With whom my heart I am entrusting!

He is alive in my heart even when he died

And now at his memorial I'm dying

Thanklessness is the habit of the nation

For whom day and night I am working

Here is a price fixed to open the lips

To speak the truth.

For the testimony, where I'm fighting!

Attraction!

How much more I suffer! How much more I tell you

Your memory is my only treasure, o my life I miss you

 My heart beats are spellbound by your beauty

O spirit of beauty beyond conception, I always remember you!

 Your thoughts brighten my dark painful nights

Like moonlight spreading smell of Jasmine

The royal kingdom of Kaikaaoos depends upon Rustum

If the two didn't fight Tehmina would have survived!

When were you not remembered, in freedom or in Confinement?

May you lose the keys says my detention today!

Some bells on the temples, some crosses on the church

I search for your sake where your image may be found!

Every evening is a nightmare, There's the sun setting,

here I am! The heart sinks first because of you, o Tyrant!

I followed you miserably and your path blindly

Thus you pushed me into the fire, same was I hoping!

Oh how much is the pain, it has no effect on you!

You're enjoying to the fullest, and my life is Incomplete!

Reality!

Carlyle said long ago:

"Man is a tool using animal."

In the mechanics of the universe

We are all tools, man or animal.

We are all but mere cogs

In the grand machine of the Creator.

Some slipped discs and cracked pots

Don't know it for they feel useless!

The water dancer on the starless sea

Just tricks of mirrors crushed in thee

They are things that left after the fire

Rest are fragrant like sweet November!

NAILA HINA

NAILA HINA: A former Navy engineering University Instructor and an engineer and a manager in top notch firms, an internationally acclaimed award-winning author and poetess from Karachi Pakistan. Naila Hina is a friend of the world and the director general of world press agency Pakistan, APCESX business group, USA. Naila Hina is humanitarian and graceful. She holds basic degree in mechanical engineering with MBA and CMA. She is Author Of The Year nominee and Literary Captain at StoryMirror. Multitalented she has written poems since childhood. Her first book name is Bahisht e Char Saat. Her second book is Shadows of the Sun: Her third book is Cosmic Dreams, available on Amazon. Many articles and poetry, science fiction videos and fantasy are available online and published in the esteemed newspapers and magazines and YouTube:

Editor of Quest, NED University of Engineering and Technology Pakistan.

Upcoming book: Jam o Hina.