Ameer Hamzah

1315-BH-PHIL-19
Semester-V, Year-III
Phone Number: 03024005505
Pen Name/ pseudonym: Meerni

1. When I tried to Reach you

Wind was thumping unto my ears
Creating a mess, excruciating to me
Making me feel, there's nothing
Yet the presence of nothing
Was slaying me balefully
When I tried to reach you.

Sandstorm was hallucinating my eyes

All I could see was you and you
Making me feel, there is something
Yet that luminous something
Was demeaning my every endeavour
When I tried to reach you.

Fell back, Hearts clattered, tears dropped

Blood soaked lips and bruised hands
Rashed ideas, torn soul and ravenous eyes
Making me feel, everything is nothing
whatever I saw in my unbroken life, was you
When I tried to reach you

-Meerni
2. In the busyness of life

The birds has stopped chirping

The light just blew away
The darkness has prevailed everywhere
Now, Where am I ?

Life and heart choked, soul squeezed

In the busyness of life.
White and black merged, Rainbow breathed.
In the busyness of life.
Prejudices and vices reached peak
In the busyness of life.
Life belied happiness, sorrow sweeped
In the busyness of life.
Boon and bane, nothing to feel
In the busyness of life.
Love and Hate, Nothing to care
In the busyness of life.
Heaven or Hell, never mind
In the busyness of life.

Moving, Chasing and Losing

In the busyness of life.
Moaning, Sobbing, and mourning
In the busyness of life.
Wailing, Whining and whimpering
In the busyness of life.

-Meerni
 3. Missive from Death
On my deathbed, For a while
with the death knell, on a side
with trembling hands and deadly plight
A wholesome life waiting outside
A fear, a cry and a troubling  lie
i figured, that I've someone's vibe

out of hope, i reignited the light

reinvigorate a murky life,
reincarnated the Gods & rejuvenated vibes!
vaguely i could see, See him alone
fluttering his wings, like a clone!
A call from death for relinquishing life.

A Crumbling sigh! with last sight!

with last thoughts! i Smiled!

~Meerni
4. A Dry Noon.

Weeds beamed like wild bushes

Butterflies screamed like dark witches
With the absence of you
stars deemed like filthy scars amid skies

A Noon was felt so dry,

the life was dealt with an utter cry
roses melt like puling eye
Meerni held his soul with heavenly sigh!

~Meerni