Tag: Poems

I had a heavy hurt, you never got!
Had you got it, it would’ve been a big shot!
I could’ve smiled, I could’ve danced
A dervish in sight, livid and tranced.
I could’ve warmed words and let them thaw
In telling all the untold tales, in one go
Like the ice that slow-melts in the sun
Like the rivers that run fast and turn.

But I know you, honey, more than I
Realise how tough and tricky to get by
Those side taunts, that scorn that showers
Bitter feelings…slaughters manly powers
You can brace me whenever you desire
Alas! prickly prisms you can’t transpire
Like the boat that searches for the port
Like the cloud that discos in rapport.

Oh, how I know you more than me!
No…no…leave it…not an angry bee
Hold and hide griefs…your gifts fab
Reline them with the life’s sulking tab
Never ever count them, never ever nab
Only some deep sighs batter my vocab
Like yesteryears that never ever return
Like Hasnahena–never meets the sun.

Umme Salma, Toowong, 2025

Like a tree
I feel free
These days
The sun hugs me
Sends some glee
In a wrap of luscious rays

I am what I am
I am what I do
Nothing more, nothing less
Till I reach 
Such a nice thought
I was snipped into a horrible mess

When you went
A dim light flickered 
A dark night triggered
My jasmine scent
faded; branches bent

Rain and rain 
Drained and drained
My eyes, my soul
Have you seen
How Corals thrash
When waters strain?

But 
these days
I can spread my heart
I can silk-pack my dirt
I can clear the cloud
I can leap and fly
Give life a tasty try
stormy smiley proud

Is a tree really free?
Can a tree really fly?
"O, damn critic 
Shut your frick
No question...No No question now
put back your arrow
please...to your bow."

Ah!

A long palm tree
Once wished to be free
Being the tallest in the woods
She dreamed of reaching the sky
With round leaves fly and fly 
far beyond the seen clouds

But alas!
When the storm ended
The wind sank its sail
The palm began to shiver:
terrified and bluish-pale 

She looked at her trunk
posted in the earthly bunk
And started to bite her nail
Oh, I love...I love the earth
I love the nook, the worldly hook
the soil... the story of my lovely trail 

Oh, like a tree
Am I then free?
Shut up, shut up
O, damn readers 
stop stop 
Stop sipping
from my migrant cup.

===x===
Umme Salma, Toowong, 31 October 2025

Am I
A cat?
Do I peep
for a place
Cosy?
A warm
breezy nook
in your heart
Quilty mart
soft
lush
rosy?

Am I your pet
Caught in the net?
You say, www
I grin and grin
up to the chin
Glow like a digital dew.

===x===

Umme Salma, 31 October 2025, Toowong

Sometimes
My heart rhymes
With the rain
With the pain
Which you pelt
Like stones
on the devil’s terrain

You
Who
I loved
With all emotions true

But
blue nights
Waved
the fights
Through narrow creeks
Words grated the guts
Sounds jarred the nuts
The house, a pile of bricks

Since then
Like a pecking pen
I cok cok cok
Pain puts my soul
In a tanduri chicken coal
Shock shock shock.

===x===

Umme Salma, 30/10/2025, Toowong

If everyone says so
Where will we go
If everyone says
The authority is right
Then who will fight
The unjust the injury
The red tape fury
Which clouds the power
Threatens to shower
Over the helpless?

Isn’t there a saying
That you must have
Among you
a people few
Who must
Call towards the just
Resist the bad
That grows like a fad
Among a people ?

Then why you are
Retreat not to suffer
the duty the burden
Clean up the thorns
From a human garden?
If you do so
You actually throw
The helpless the sufferer
Amid the ocean
They swim and sink
Sink and swim
And embrace the water
death- blue dream…

Pls don’t do so
Don’t say unflinchingly
The authority is right
Instead, with all the might
Resist, desist, and fight
The injustice the wrong
that like a multi-pronged
Noose throttles the poor
Tramples the innocent
buries the human
with the pandemonium song…

Umme Salma, Toowong, 14/10/2025