Desolated Reclusion

The sun dips below the horizon

And silhouette lays foundation of dark

Out come the beasts of night

Allied with demons causing plight

The silent river embraces the moon

And stars take cover of clouds

Petrified air accompany the leaves

Fall a prey the creation to sleep

Muddled spinning shadow of her was seen

Lamenting in the district with the beasts.

AND HE DID WHAT HE SAID !

After a week she had finally gathered up all the strength she could and open the door to the room, which was the kingdom of her beloved son. And while stepping inside the room she was wondering that how everything in this room was intact and prefectly in shape while her son was no more. His room was still having the fragrance of his body spray in it's atmosphere and everything in his room was in no order to be found. And she picked one of his shirt and was about to fold it and when she remembered her son saying, "kitni baar apko kaha hai meri cheezain na thek kiya kary mhjy nhi milti phr" and with this she freezed, leaving the shirt on the bed again. And with this all the strength inside her collapsed and she sat on the bed, thinking about what happened a week ago which doomed her house, which had taken away from her the purpose of her existence. 16th December 2014, a day of mourning for her now, a day she lost her son in a bloody massacre on a school caused by the Talibans which according to them was a payback, but this was a cowardly action which can't be justified by any means. Her son with other 141 children were slaughter by those cowards psychopaths in the name of Islam which they used for their butchery. She remembered that last week he was having mild fever and she was worried like hell and like a crazy person was taking him to different doctors because she cannot see him in pain. But those maniac had shot her child million times and bleeded him to death. His green uniform was thronged and covered with blood stains, even his shoes were having his blood, and the amount of pain her son suffered can't b described in words but only her heart was feeling it now. She bursted into tears and was crying unable to control the pain her heart suffered. She picked a shirt of her son's and drawn it near her chest, she could still sense the smell of his sweat from it. She still sobbing raised from the bed and look around in the room once again, his study table was still having the papers he left on it with his specs, his laptop was on his bed, the right side of the bed was having the guitar he forced her to buy, his dressing table was having the perfume bottle open making the fragrance dispersed into the atmosphere, and on wall Army posters which was his dream and different other posters of cars and bikes which was his craze. Everything was in its place except her son, whom will never gonna be back again as he had gone. One by one things were popping up in her mind from the day he was born to the day he died.....died, yes he died at the age of 16, an age which was supposed to be the start of his blossoming years but in his life the span of spring was never to be come as the autumn was very merciless. He always told her that he would make her proud and the whole world would know her as his mother and people will praise her and salute her and he did what he said about making her proud.
@Quandeel

A Noah's Ark

So the DAY is here everyone's busy
who cares that there's something mizzy

these are busy shopping here
Gazians busy heaving deads there

its time to pay heed and correct our deeds
dont celebrate, but share their grief

please i ask you to spread the words
write peace letters and send those by birds..

they ain't just Muslims they are Humans
where is humanity ,show your acumen

they are we and we belong to them
that Holyland is precious got that GEM (bait ul mukadas)

think of that unborne girl who lost her family
time to buy a Noah's Ark and reach them manually..!

-Qaynat