Picture in the Frame

I lit our picture in the frame
Hoping to burn your memories
I watched our faces ablaze
Watched as they flooded me

My wet eyes said all in silence
Streamed over the almost burnt memory
I watched as the last traces shriveled in my hand
The ashes piled in agony

Felt my heart to see if you left
Heard my beat for your absence
To my dismay your burnt ashes now reigned
Became the sovereign of my presence

The picture in the frame
Now etched upon my soul
Engraved upon my heart
Made me whole

Maria Yousuf

A Frozen Waterfall

Devoid of its Nature
Barren of its Essence
Hollow of the sentiments that once made it whole

Abandoned by the warmth
Laying in the cold
Piercing icicles of its past woes

Locked in its misery without release
Lost in a destiny stripped of speech
A frozen Waterfall preserved its soul
For summers to come and make it whole

Maria Yousuf

Where I choose to Stand

In tints of green and gray

The shore greets me

The tender waves bow below

Tickle my advancing feet

The rays of dawn kiss the rugged peaks that surround me

Create a halo around me

Make me giddy

Spread a smile

I loose myself in the tranquility

Feel the waves of joy rolling

I Loose myself in the rhythm and melody

Let them pull me into oblivion

Reality seems surreal

The existing hollow asunder

I rely upon beliefs in castles of sand

and wish to abide within

I can pick up a handful of sand

But never count the grains

one by one

a million to none

I can fling them in the sea

But in the end they will all come back to me

So I choose to blind them

Rid them entirely

I chase an illusion created with rainbows

Believe in my castles of sand

Never let the haze of my dream settle

That is where I choose to stand

Maria Yousuf

Handful of Sand

She lets the wind dry her tears

Lets the sea sooth her

Lets the waves caress her feet
Lets the tranquility move her

Turns to see

The reason of her misery

Clenches a handful of sand

And Flings it against the wind

It all dissipates

Like the sand grains against the wind

It all scatters in an instant

That's How long Misery Lasts

Like a Handful of Sand against the Wind

Maria Yousuf